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<blockquote data-quote="New Leaf" data-source="post: 722885" data-attributes="member: 19522"><p>That is the cross roads, because they will decide for themselves. Anyway.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Our situations are similar. I am glad for you that you are able to speak with your son and see him.</p><p></p><p>It’s okay. He knows this and will have to figure it out, where he goes from there.</p><p>Who knows what will happen?</p><p></p><p></p><p>Is it the terror of what may be Copa?</p><p>What could happen?</p><p>I have had to swallow that down, for certainly the circumstances and surroundings my two place themselves in, puts them in harms way. I think “What if they die?” What would I do? How would I feel? How would I deal with it?</p><p>I met a woman who lost her 29 year old son recently in a plane crash. He wasn’t supposed to be on the plane, went on a last minute invitation. She and her husband heard of the accident, but didn’t know their son and his girlfriend were on the flight. It wasn’t until they didn’t come home that they slowly pieced it together.</p><p>I thought long and hard on that.</p><p>They were at the prime of their lives.</p><p>Doing wonderful things.</p><p>And here my two are out there......in dangerous situations at times, I am certain of that.</p><p>I remembered your post in which your Rabbi told you that life “happens”.</p><p>So simple, yet so true.</p><p> I somehow came upon an old hymn “It is Well with my Soul”.</p><p>Listened to it and wondered who wrote it. Researched a bit.</p><p>Though we are of different faith, I am mentioning this, because the man that wrote the hymn wrote it after suffering great loss in his life.</p><p> I am working on finding different mentors like Viktor Frankl and others who have come through the fires of life, strong and determined. Faithful.</p><p>I want to be able to say “It is Well with My Soul”.</p><p>There are days where I am feeling more peaceful.</p><p>Others not. </p><p>Lots to work on.</p><p> Thank you Copa. I do wrestle with my heart over this.</p><p></p><p> yes, there are many programs available. Unfortunately, she is not ready to admit to a problem. She goes into a rage at the mention of program, rehab, etc.</p><p>The last I heard from her, it was a rambling paranoid plan that I had to come and help grab her children from their paternal grandparents, they “wouldn’t let her see her kids” (abracadabra) etc. etc. etc., she was going to get them and go to a DV shelter (abracadabra).</p><p>Oh you’ve got me going, I should probably start my own thread.</p><p>Ahem.</p><p>Well, turns out, my grands are quite content where they are and want nothing to do with their mother. I had them for the summer and they were anxious to get back “home” to their grannies house before school started. No one had seen or heard from her for a few months.</p><p>Huh.</p><p>She devised a plan to which I HAD to come the next morning, grab the kids and their stuff. Even phoned their grandparents and told them I was coming.</p><p>I didn’t buy into it. </p><p>Talked with my grands. “We are okay Tutu, we want to stay where we are.”</p><p>She was more concerned about the EBT card which Grandma had (to feed the kids, which is what it is for). Long story short, she called the card in stolen, cutting her kids food money off so SHE could get a new one. </p><p>For HERSELF.</p><p><img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/Graemlins/919Mad.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":919Mad:" title="Mad :919Mad:" data-shortname=":919Mad:" /></p><p>So, that is where we are at, for now.</p><p>Rain, seemingly content living in the park.</p><p>Okay.</p><p>It is well with my soul.</p><p>(Wishful thinking)</p><p>Now, I have son,16 wanting to drive. </p><p>I am <em>terrified</em>.</p><p>The what if’s and may be’s.</p><p>So unfair that my troubled, fearful over stimulated catastrophic Mothers alert would stall him from this threshold in life. </p><p>“Have you studied for your permit?”</p><p>He says no and I am relieved.</p><p>I know I have to get over it.</p><p>Hanging on the edge of what may be for my two is.......exhausting.</p><p>16 year old boy driving????</p><p>Aaaaaccckkk!</p><p>Oh I am ranting. </p><p>Sorry.</p><p>I will write down some information for Tornado and keep it close for if and when the time comes.</p><p>I will try not to think morbidly when there is news of tragedy in the areas my two hang out in.</p><p>Gulp.</p><p>If my son studies for his permit, I will reluctantly take him for the test.</p><p>Gulp.</p><p>He still hasn’t studied and I have to admit I am glad of it.</p><p>If I am off base on the terror, forgive me.</p><p>But, time and unforeseen circumstance may befall us all.</p><p>In between, we have to find ways to peace and joy.</p><p>And 16 year old boys learning how to drive.</p><p>Shudder.</p><p>It will be okay Copa. </p><p>You are doing so well despite some very hard realities.</p><p>Keep putting one foot in front the other.</p><p>One day at a time.</p><p>(((Hugs)))</p><p>Leafy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="New Leaf, post: 722885, member: 19522"] That is the cross roads, because they will decide for themselves. Anyway. Our situations are similar. I am glad for you that you are able to speak with your son and see him. It’s okay. He knows this and will have to figure it out, where he goes from there. Who knows what will happen? Is it the terror of what may be Copa? What could happen? I have had to swallow that down, for certainly the circumstances and surroundings my two place themselves in, puts them in harms way. I think “What if they die?” What would I do? How would I feel? How would I deal with it? I met a woman who lost her 29 year old son recently in a plane crash. He wasn’t supposed to be on the plane, went on a last minute invitation. She and her husband heard of the accident, but didn’t know their son and his girlfriend were on the flight. It wasn’t until they didn’t come home that they slowly pieced it together. I thought long and hard on that. They were at the prime of their lives. Doing wonderful things. And here my two are out there......in dangerous situations at times, I am certain of that. I remembered your post in which your Rabbi told you that life “happens”. So simple, yet so true. I somehow came upon an old hymn “It is Well with my Soul”. Listened to it and wondered who wrote it. Researched a bit. Though we are of different faith, I am mentioning this, because the man that wrote the hymn wrote it after suffering great loss in his life. I am working on finding different mentors like Viktor Frankl and others who have come through the fires of life, strong and determined. Faithful. I want to be able to say “It is Well with My Soul”. There are days where I am feeling more peaceful. Others not. Lots to work on. Thank you Copa. I do wrestle with my heart over this. yes, there are many programs available. Unfortunately, she is not ready to admit to a problem. She goes into a rage at the mention of program, rehab, etc. The last I heard from her, it was a rambling paranoid plan that I had to come and help grab her children from their paternal grandparents, they “wouldn’t let her see her kids” (abracadabra) etc. etc. etc., she was going to get them and go to a DV shelter (abracadabra). Oh you’ve got me going, I should probably start my own thread. Ahem. Well, turns out, my grands are quite content where they are and want nothing to do with their mother. I had them for the summer and they were anxious to get back “home” to their grannies house before school started. No one had seen or heard from her for a few months. Huh. She devised a plan to which I HAD to come the next morning, grab the kids and their stuff. Even phoned their grandparents and told them I was coming. I didn’t buy into it. Talked with my grands. “We are okay Tutu, we want to stay where we are.” She was more concerned about the EBT card which Grandma had (to feed the kids, which is what it is for). Long story short, she called the card in stolen, cutting her kids food money off so SHE could get a new one. For HERSELF. :919Mad: So, that is where we are at, for now. Rain, seemingly content living in the park. Okay. It is well with my soul. (Wishful thinking) Now, I have son,16 wanting to drive. I am [I]terrified[/I]. The what if’s and may be’s. So unfair that my troubled, fearful over stimulated catastrophic Mothers alert would stall him from this threshold in life. “Have you studied for your permit?” He says no and I am relieved. I know I have to get over it. Hanging on the edge of what may be for my two is.......exhausting. 16 year old boy driving???? Aaaaaccckkk! Oh I am ranting. Sorry. I will write down some information for Tornado and keep it close for if and when the time comes. I will try not to think morbidly when there is news of tragedy in the areas my two hang out in. Gulp. If my son studies for his permit, I will reluctantly take him for the test. Gulp. He still hasn’t studied and I have to admit I am glad of it. If I am off base on the terror, forgive me. But, time and unforeseen circumstance may befall us all. In between, we have to find ways to peace and joy. And 16 year old boys learning how to drive. Shudder. It will be okay Copa. You are doing so well despite some very hard realities. Keep putting one foot in front the other. One day at a time. (((Hugs))) Leafy [/QUOTE]
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