Wherever you are, be it near or far from family, I am wishing you a restful, pieceful ((and peaceful too!)) day!
There isn’t a lot of activity over here at Quiltville, but that is fine with me. I’m enjoying the end of my “week home” before I head off to the wilds of Pennsylvania on Wednesday.
This week I’ve cleaned, I’ve puttered. I’ve read, I’ve sewn. I’ve sat on the porch swing. I’ve walked the neighborhood. I’ve loved on Emmy the Cat, and Sadie the Dog, and watched a movie on Netflix.
A bit of this, and some of that, and in between I’ve done normal things like laundry ((Yes, finally washed that bathroom rug and hung it over the porch railing to dry)) and I’ve gone through some closets and pitched out in an effort of spring cleaning, organized a bit, but not too much.
Yesterday I even treated myself to a sparkly-pink manicure, AND a nap!
But this is where I get real because I need to vent.
Holidays always have me waxing a bit reflective. And there are some things in my life I’ve really been butting heads with. Many of you have emailed with support before when I've broken down in frustration over a “should be grown” child who is just not finding motivation in ANYTHING. And it is still very difficult. It’s difficult when I feel like my hands are tied from “saying anything” because I am told to back off, back down, take it easy, just relax by a DH who has different ideas on parenting than I do. Many have said “TOUGH LOVE” is the answer….throw him out, let him fend for himself, find his own way --- ((I’m talking in reference to the son, not the DH here!)) and yet, my hands are tied.
I have a 21 yr old son who has dropped out of a GED program 3 times, can’t seem to find a job, ((Oh, I’ve heard it so many times how no one is hiring, yet no one is out LOOKING?!)) and seems happy to stay home and play video games and watch TV in his room all day.
And I’m feeling piney through this holiday, with memories of the kids growing up, with so much potential, and feeling like no matter how much you give a child, train a child, teach a child, love a child, anguish over a child --- does it really influence who they turn out to be? To have a child so unhappy, so unmotivated, so unfulfilled --- is more heart breaking to watch than anything I have experienced in my life. I feel hopeless.