The heart that builds itself up to do the “tough love”,
Fails miserably over & over again…
The heart that swears to never enable again, walks past her son’s picture & breaks down into tears of what he must look like now…..
This Mom who melts into relief at seeing that green dot- of-life online today.
This Mom who is repeatedly told by a treatment industry that her child has a disease yet the cure is to let him sink until he is “forced” to get treatment. This is a ludicrous medical program. As a nurse I can’t help get confused.
In those moments; that some would call weakness; is a mom who loved this child for 8 1/2 months longer than his age…so 35 yrs.
And that’s ok, I don’t mind being called weak… because every day I get on the Mom groups and read of another heartbroken mother who got “The call”.
In those moments, I am filled with gratefulness that I have one more day, one more chance.
I never want my daughter to say to me, “God I just wish he’d pop on & ask for money just one more time”
Because if he’s gone he can’t ask for money… 😰
If he’s gone, we can’t hate him for having this disease,
If he’s gone we can’t get mad at the complete mess of chaos that his illness has brought into our little family & that his unwillingness to get help has caused even greater torment.
If he’s gone, I can’t have hope for a better tomorrow…
That tomorrow might be the day he asks for help…..
So I stay true to the current pain & inconvenience, holding what boundaries I can, & telling him every single day that I believe in him & love him.