It was as if the comment left on 43: Force Field last night had given me a little tip-off to today’s surprise phone call.
I still have some worries for M, what about when he comes home from this military camp? Day 1, he’ll be back at it again… You say he’s persistent and strong-willed…I don’t think a military school can just change someone with the snap of a finger… – Your friend
Your words are good for me. I, too, have a lot of worries about the amount of time it will take M to begin changing his ways and breaking some horrible habits. But recently, my main concern has been my own ability to change. Eventually, he will come home. And when he does, will I be able to decidedly say “Absolutely Not” to requests that cross the line, and then stick to my word?
Since he left, I have been experiencing my own boot camp too. Now, if I uncover something in the house leftover from the bad days – I pitch it. (Remnants of the chaos used to be carefully placed (and labeled with a date) in big, brown paper bags in my closet – Not anymore.)
His room is different – I finally marched up those stairs and removed all the disgusting relics left on his shelves. The posters that kept me from showing his room to my friends, are now gone too.
Learning how to trust my instincts is critical, but then actually using my voice to support what I know to be right, might just be more essential.
So that brings me to today’s phone call. It came at 11:45: