I do love a happy ending. It certainly feels like you are VERY close to one. I will carefully go there with you . . . a moment to catch your breath and beleive.
I recall when my son's behavior in college was out of control. He fortunately was never caught up by the 'cult', but he was in deep trying out a bit of the drug scene, waaay too m…
I do love a happy ending. It certainly feels like you are VERY close to one. I will carefully go there with you . . . a moment to catch your breath and beleive.
I recall when my son's behavior in college was out of control. He fortunately was never caught up by the 'cult', but he was in deep trying out a bit of the drug scene, waaay too much alcohol , weed was almost an all day event, grades were all over the place, choice of friends was lousy - so I finally sat down and wrote him a letter. In the first draft I vomited up every last thing I really wanted to say to him, straight onto the page with no edit. It felt fantastic! It felt like love. Then, I wrote the letter I felt he would actually listen to. As you said - he is your son - I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't spoken up. I had to let him know how much I loved him and that I was actually watching and seeing him - and that his life mattered to me - mattered enough to let him know, mattered enough to me to risk even losing him.
It was only later that I realized how important that letter was to him. There have actually been times, when he has left that letter out, so that I would know that he rereads it from time to time. It may have been the life preserver that he was seeking, wanting, reaching for - and it was finally, literally in his grasp. I am so happy for you, that you 'took the pulse' and stepped in when you could, and when you had to. I'm still learning - it never ends, but I send a 'Cheers!' to you. Thank you for writing.
I do love a happy ending. It certainly feels like you are VERY close to one. I will carefully go there with you . . . a moment to catch your breath and beleive.
I recall when my son's behavior in college was out of control. He fortunately was never caught up by the 'cult', but he was in deep trying out a bit of the drug scene, waaay too much alcohol , weed was almost an all day event, grades were all over the place, choice of friends was lousy - so I finally sat down and wrote him a letter. In the first draft I vomited up every last thing I really wanted to say to him, straight onto the page with no edit. It felt fantastic! It felt like love. Then, I wrote the letter I felt he would actually listen to. As you said - he is your son - I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't spoken up. I had to let him know how much I loved him and that I was actually watching and seeing him - and that his life mattered to me - mattered enough to let him know, mattered enough to me to risk even losing him.
It was only later that I realized how important that letter was to him. There have actually been times, when he has left that letter out, so that I would know that he rereads it from time to time. It may have been the life preserver that he was seeking, wanting, reaching for - and it was finally, literally in his grasp. I am so happy for you, that you 'took the pulse' and stepped in when you could, and when you had to. I'm still learning - it never ends, but I send a 'Cheers!' to you. Thank you for writing.