As much as we parents believe we have the power to always protect our children, it is NOT a realistic expectation of ourselves, please let go of that thinking.... unless you have super powers we're not aware of, all that will do is keep you mired in guilt. Let it go. It happened, it's bad, you're dealing with it, thats it. Don't add any self judgement, you didn't do anything wrong.
SS does not know, perhaps no one knows except us, that YOU are his most ardent advocate...you're offering him a chance, perhaps the only chance he will receive.....and in this case, you are the 'protector' of his potential future victims.
This is the stance that is the most difficult. It requires a profound level of compassion and the willingness to stand alone in the darkness of enormous uncertainty and doubt and yet remain centered in your choice.....Sumsky, that's love.
I'm impressed with your commitment to your family. You've chosen the most difficult path in attempting to offer healing to everyone. I so hope it works out the way you believe it might.....if it doesn't, you've done your very best, which is all any of us can do.
You're being flexible and open to change, which is healthy......you've covered all the bases....
The following poem reminds me of you Sumsky....
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.