Echolette, if only those cloud parting epiphanies would stay with us always.......
It took me the better part of 10 years to relearn that with my son.
Me too, maybe longer since it was two daughters....we kept giving chances and when it got crazy, out they went, only to come back for another chance months later full of empty promises. I was a slow learner.....
If it helps at all...I let go of my son a year or two ago, the same time that I slipped away from this forum...you were just starting to post then, I remember. I am so much more well now. My son is who he is.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share this, yes it does help to know that folks can let go and live well despite what d cs choices are.
I haven't exceeded my own limits with him in quite some time (and I was AWESOME at exceeding my own limits, as so many of us are.). And it is OK. I love him and appreciate some of the things about him that I always loved. I don't fret or perseverate or fear for him...at least not today, or yestarday, or for many months now. He is who he is with his own path and I am who I am.
You know what, in the beginning, I couldn't think about my two as they were growing up because I was in so deep. It was too hard to go back and reminisce, too painful. Now, today at least, I hope for better for them, but not in that
"MY life depends on it" way......It doesn't . I am thankful for the good memories and photo filled albums. It is what it is. If this is the way they choose to live what can I do? Love them anyway......just not in my house. Or on my dime.
I was pouring all my water into the sewer...now I have it stored and saved for watering flowers, and everyone, including he, is better off.
Your kindness and your love for your daughter shine through, as does your resilience and commitment. but really...5 kids??????
Pouring water in the sewer, love the imagery.
5 kids,
I know right.....last one at 42, I really wouldn't recommend it, although he is a love. I do so love all of them.
One of hubs great aunties had 22!!!!!!Can you imagine?
My daughter, first born. Quiet, strong, gentle. Loved her sisters, she was always this calm presence. Then middle school hit and things got a bit sketchy, not over the top. By the time she was 18, I hardly knew her, she was full of venom for me, and herself it seems. I miss her Echo.
I tell EVERYONE that four was maybe a little more than I expected..although of course there is not a one of them that I would give up.
Me too. Not a one.
I wish for you a similar path of your own.
Echo
Thank you so much Echo, I am striving for that. Every day is different from the next and the lows are not so long and hard as before.
It is what it is......
I truly appreciate you sharing your experience. There is a light off in the distance....for all of us.
(((Hugs)))
Leafy