Recently in a meeting a newcomer dad shared that he texted his daughter messages and scriptures. "Is that ok?" he asked. Several in the room shared, but what struck me was that none of those sharing had walked in his shoes, or even a similar walk, none had a child "qualifier." There was talk about enabling, letting go, taking care of one's self.....all was good information, but did not come from a place of implementing those tools with their offspring. This dad, this broken hearted man, asking if it was ok to reach out to his broken and lost child... Doing what any kind human being would do. Finally it was my turn to share..."I hear you and I too am living what you are right now. I will just say that acts of kindness are not enabling. Sending a kind text message letting her know that you have not given up on her, is not enabling. Feeding your hungry child is not enabling. Being respectful and gentle is not enabling. Kindness is not condoning." I hope he comes back. It's all so confusing in the beginning, and there are so many opinions.
On to other topics......I have been home all day. It's been so nice. I changed our sheets, am doing laundry, am drinking coffee with cream and blogging at the table, while Molly sits next to me working on resumes for some of her clients in her job developer position, with 4 of the 6 dogs laying around our feet. Little One is still in Louisiana for another week. I am missing my sweet girl, but know she is in good hands.
Yesterday my son, my first born, turned 30! I have a 30 year old adult child. He said, "I still feel 21!" I told him I didn't think it was a good idea to broadcast that. Lol I reminded him of the day of his birth and how he was the first one to teach me what it meant to love someone more than myself. How in love I was from the very first minute I laid eyes on him. I was 21 and thought I knew everything. I was in for a shock! If I only knew then what I know now. I immediately started eating fresh vegetables and being aware of protein because the fullness of needing my breast milk to be the very best, the most nourishing that it could be, became very real to me as I watched this sweet little baby boy seek out his nourishment from my body. Oh gosh, we had so much to figure out. He cried in his crib and I tried the "cry it out" method but I was miserable, crying outside his door. We both were in tears. Finally the dad came up behind me and said, "Who said we HAVE to do it this way?" That was all it took.....I went and got him and wiped up his snotty tear covered face and he slept with us and we were all at peace. No more hysterics, no more missing out on sleep, we got to wake up to a happy baby beside us...thank god for my hubs who is rational when I get stuck on something. "The book says....." LOL
Praying for us always.