Childofmine
one day at a time
Lil, you got to lay eyes on him last night, feed him, get his clothes washed, and send him out there again into the world with a second pan of food.
You did your part for your son.
Even in the worst of it, I would give my son food. Even if he didn't come here, I would meet him at the day shelter, we would sit in the car for 10 minutes or so and talk---I laid eyes on him---and then he would get out of the car or I would drop him off somewhere.
I would do that for anybody. I would do it for the "least of them" so I did it for my son.
Once again, it's up to him.
Last night I also had dinner with my Difficult Child. He's doing better, as you all know, working, paying his bills, figuring out how much of each check to hold back for the rent, doing his research to find the best laundry detergent for the cheapest (Sam's Club, he says), mowing the lawn for extra money at his stepmom's house that is for sale. He wanted to use my vac. to clean out his car so he did that. We went to eat at a Mexican restaurant he's been wanting to try. I sent him home with some leftovers from a couple of dinners we have had this week. He says he has $40 to last until Thursday.
All of that is tremendous progress from a year ago.
On the "other" side, it appears he is back with girlfriend. He says she isn't living there but they saw each other and he took her to work at her new job. Ugh.
He "needs" a new job, but hasn't done anything about getting one.
He said his house is a mess but he's too tired to clean it up.
Well, okay. Your house, not my house. Your life, not my life. Your girlfriend, not my girlfriend. Your job, not my job. I guess if you get sick and tired enough, you'll do something about it all. If not, well...your life.
It's so good for us to see the reality of them, and then, wait....don't do anything...resist all of the speeches we are so good at giving...sleep on it...and realize all we have learned here.
Doesn't do a thing to help when we are solving their problems for them. My son said he puts $5 of gas at a time in his car. I had this crazy impulse to go and get him a gas card....but I didn't.
These are the lessons he MUST learn in order to grow.
Let's all hang in there, and remember that we have each other, and we all get it.
You did your part for your son.
Even in the worst of it, I would give my son food. Even if he didn't come here, I would meet him at the day shelter, we would sit in the car for 10 minutes or so and talk---I laid eyes on him---and then he would get out of the car or I would drop him off somewhere.
I would do that for anybody. I would do it for the "least of them" so I did it for my son.
Once again, it's up to him.
Last night I also had dinner with my Difficult Child. He's doing better, as you all know, working, paying his bills, figuring out how much of each check to hold back for the rent, doing his research to find the best laundry detergent for the cheapest (Sam's Club, he says), mowing the lawn for extra money at his stepmom's house that is for sale. He wanted to use my vac. to clean out his car so he did that. We went to eat at a Mexican restaurant he's been wanting to try. I sent him home with some leftovers from a couple of dinners we have had this week. He says he has $40 to last until Thursday.
All of that is tremendous progress from a year ago.
On the "other" side, it appears he is back with girlfriend. He says she isn't living there but they saw each other and he took her to work at her new job. Ugh.
He "needs" a new job, but hasn't done anything about getting one.
He said his house is a mess but he's too tired to clean it up.
Well, okay. Your house, not my house. Your life, not my life. Your girlfriend, not my girlfriend. Your job, not my job. I guess if you get sick and tired enough, you'll do something about it all. If not, well...your life.
It's so good for us to see the reality of them, and then, wait....don't do anything...resist all of the speeches we are so good at giving...sleep on it...and realize all we have learned here.
Doesn't do a thing to help when we are solving their problems for them. My son said he puts $5 of gas at a time in his car. I had this crazy impulse to go and get him a gas card....but I didn't.
These are the lessons he MUST learn in order to grow.
Let's all hang in there, and remember that we have each other, and we all get it.