I missed my massage last week. We had a function at school and I couldn’t make it. Today I feel like my body is an unhappy place to live in. Today was another difficult day. It’s difficult in my life right now. The thing is that nothing is bad, or not what I want. I want everything to be going the way it is.
I have faced a challenging situation at work. I wanted it the action to happen. It was the right thing to do. It was in the students best interests. I have wanted it for a long time. It was still difficult though. There is a price to pay and it all came to a head this week, today in particular. I hope it will bring an end to some ongoing problems, yet it will create other ones. I hope they will be easier to manage, but I don’t feel altogether sure or confident.
Letting go of my son is painful. I adore him. He has been a constant loving presence in my life since he was born. I have always felt loved by him. I feel understood by him. He makes me laugh. He is caring and affectionate. His hugs have revived many a hard day. He forgives me when I am cranky and for countless other parental disappointments over the years. I want him to go out into the world and have adventures. I want it badly for him. I know he is resilient and independent. He has been financially holding his own for the last couple of years. He is well liked and makes friends easily. I am not worried about him because I think he lacks survival skills. I am worried about how I am going to move through my days without him.
Today I had a few precious moments with Tom before we were interrupted by a visitor. Understandably it seems everyone wants to be around him lately. He told me to list all the things that were stressing me out. As I told him all the little things that had sapped me this week, all the hurts that had been brought to me by the students, the battles won and lost, he just looked into my eyes and he understood. He knows all my secrets. He doesn’t discount the things that give me grief. He doesn’t question why I care. He doesn’t dismiss. He doesn’t even take it on. Even when the visitor left and I expressed how angry I felt at the intrusion, he didn’t judge my irrational rage. He just knows me. I realised even more deeply what a gift he has been in my daily life.
Thank goodness for the internet, mobile phones and flights. I was thinking today about women who had to see their sons off into the world during times without our communication conveniences. It would have been so much harder. I am lucky in comparison. My mum has let go of six children. I have only had to do it twice. It helps to compare.
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