- So, why? WHY must we be the family with the kid that is involved in the "incident"?
- Why is it so hard to do the right thing when you are a teen?
- Lots of other teens don't rock the boat like ours do... what's with that???
- Does he NOT understand the consequences of his actions?
This event was/is such a big deal to his future, it was expensive, and he had been so prepared to go with success. Once again, we have overprivileged him. When we WE learn??? Maybe this time. I hope this time.
So, here we are again, faced with getting our ducks in a row. I swear, I am going to put those ducks on one tight leash... anything to keep those ducks in one straight line. God, give me strength. Please...
One thing I've learned is that I can't take situations like this to heart. I can feel embarrassed for myself and our family. But in reality, when all I want to do is crawl in a hole and curl up with a pillow over my head, I can't do it. I have learned that, even though that hole is comfortable in the moment, it gets more and more uncomfortable the longer I hide. <sigh> So, I have learned by now to put on my big girl pants, and seek out a friend/mate/non-judgemental family member to unload this latest set of indiscretions. Preferably someone who knows what this is all about, and can empathize with me. For once I do that, this big ol' nasty seems to not be quite so big, or so bad. And, even if it really is just that- Big and Bad, at least I know I have someone standing by my side with their emotional arm around me, and (sniff) I can do this...
Yep, help me outta this hole, and get me those pants. I've got work to do!
I'm with you in this, friend...
One thing I've learned is that I can't take situations like this to heart. I can feel embarrassed for myself and our family. But in reality, when all I want to do is crawl in a hole and curl up with a pillow over my head, I can't do it. I have learned that, even though that hole is comfortable in the moment, it gets more and more uncomfortable the longer I hide. <sigh> So, I have learned by now to put on my big girl pants, and seek out a friend/mate/non-judgemental family member to unload this latest set of indiscretions. Preferably someone who knows what this is all about, and can empathize with me. For once I do that, this big ol' nasty seems to not be quite so big, or so bad. And, even if it really is just that- Big and Bad, at least I know I have someone standing by my side with their emotional arm around me, and (sniff) I can do this...
Yep, help me outta this hole, and get me those pants. I've got work to do!
I'm with you in this, friend...
Absolutely love the term "overprivileged" - couldn't have said it better myself.
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