It’s usually around noon or so. And its always a test of nerves and fortitude.
When the phone rings on Wednesday, its usually Little Man on the other end. Little Man, as you may know, is currently in Residential Treatment for his PTSD, Paranoid Schizophrenia, and Bi-Polar disorder (to name a few).
We can expect one of two things when this call comes in…
1. Little Man is sullen and depressed because he’s “messed up” and either didn’t make or lost his level.
2. Little Man is beyond happy, because either he’s having a great day/week or because something totally funny happened to make him forget that he’s mad at us.
Most often it’s Number 1. Rarely do we get that second kind of phone call. But when we do… when we do it’s like magic.
Suddenly the sun is brighter, the sky is bluer, the grass a little greener. We can see clearly a goal, and we have a wide open path on which to travel to that goal. We see light at the end of the tunnel.
As a mom, it’s one of those moments… you know the ones… your heart swells with pride and you think “that’s MY boy/girl” doing those amazing things!
Little Man called a week ago, and was in a bit of a funk. He’d lost a level, been changed up on roommates again, and was just not doing well. I felt bad for him, even though I know he brings this stuff on himself with his behaviors.
While I was on the phone I reminded him that his continued misbehavior would prevent him from getting to go to a movie or out to eat when we come up.
My heart broke when he said “That’s ok mom – I don’t have to go anywhere… as long as I can hang out with YOU.”
Now that’s a mom moment!
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1.) Write about your wedding song. What was it and why did you choose it?