This is starting the third week with my son at my uncle's home. He is working everyday digging post holes and carrying lumber. This is the most physically demanding job he has ever had.
I have only spoken to him a couple of times. We text a couple of times a week. He seems to be feeling good and seems to be proud that he made this choice. Of course the only other choice he had was to stay on the streets where he was.
I am happy that he is alive. This is different for me than any other time that he has tried to get straight. I have zero expectations. I have hope that he will succeed...and yes, I believe that he can do this. If he doesn't....well, he knows what the consequence will be. He will be homeless and will not have contact with us until he does get sober.
This is a pretty calm place to be right now.
It is his journey....I think when they take ownership of their own process and we take ownership of our lives....we are all right where we need to be. Its a good place, its a relief. Good for you Terri. Getting there takes a lot of courage.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing that he is making such an effort. Good for him! I think being firm with your boundaries really works a lot of times.
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