The day we take him for an assessment-
He has not fought any of the consequences of his actions yet. He is resigned to the fact that things will change.
Uh, ye-ah, (can you detect the sarcasm in my writing?) that's what happens when your parents find out that you have been smoking pot...and lying...
How many lies? I cannot even begin to try to figure it all out. Lots of puzzles...
I am only looking forward.
So now I am looking at a whole different kind of letting go - one that I had not planned to experience.
Did you know that when you take a child to a therapist confidentiality sticks and the therapist doesn't have to tell you what your child reveals in therapy? I knew this. My husband is a therapist, and I knew this. Intellectually.
But to have to sit with a therapist, husband, and child in a room and leave the therapist with the son and know that I may not know the outcome of the discussion...
...I just have to trust that this professional will do what is best for my son.
Yup, a whole new kind of letting go.
How come letting go -- this thing that we are supposed to do as good parents -- is so painful?
I know, I know, the joy will come when they truly fly successfully on their own. For the moments they are aloft there will be joy. There is joy. I have seen it.
Thank goodness this is my fourth teenager and I know that the peacefulness will come.
And this is my fourth teenager -- I know that I am not done being a parent yet.
I may never be finished, right, Moannie?