enjoying moments of spontaneity instead of living by fearful control.
A few years ago, I arranged to visit my son on campus at the university he attended. I can't think of a better investment of time. Do you? I didn't think so.
After our lively conversation, my son went to class. After seeing him off, I discovered an appointment with a client was rescheduled. I stayed at the Student Union where we had met, enjoying a rare moment to study. It had been years since researching in a college setting. It felt like home. Texting my son, while in class, I asked if he wanted to have dinner together. It was on.
It was encouraging watching him grow into adulthood, managing his priorities well. I was proud of his character. That day, we communicated intensely. He a quick learner. He used principles on me that I shared with him before he scooted off to class. He hit me between the eyes with truth. I confessed my guilt. I had been controlling in my conversation with him.
I was wrong and admitted it. My worth was not based on what I do. He loved me simply because of who I was, faults and all.
I am tired. I will rework this later today.
1. Paths to Recovery, "Step 12," p. 119
Image: Cumbria: "Derwent Water in Rain" by Tim Blessed © all rights reserved, used by permission
Image: Cumbria: "Derwent Water in Rain" by Tim Blessed © all rights reserved, used by permission
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