I Am Not Just Raising Boys

How my day began:  S2 enters my room to ask me if I am awake.

Me: Good morning baby.  Did your brother wake you up?

S2:  No he was awake before me.

Me:  Really?  doing what? Reading?

S2:  Staring at me.  He was stalking me.

Me:  Seriously

S2:  Yes moooom, he was stalking me in my sleep.

These moments are like the sweetest dreams ever.  I could neither imagine nor forge them into existence, just the fruits of connection.  Laughter is key, good wholesome laughter about nothing in particular.  It is an absolute privilege to know and love my sons- who do not “belong to their father and me”, but have been entrusted to us.  I am not their owner or their god. My hope for them- that they develop faith in a power greater than themselves or any other single human, a god that is neither human nor a substance.  They are growing up fast.  Innocence won’t last forever.  But humility,faith, and loyalty can.  I will seek the wisdom to become a more fit teacher and model the things I myself,  am just now learning.  Thank god for all the good humor we enjoy as we learn tough lessons together about how to be in this world.

My Lil family!  ♥  Wisdom from other moms of boys, women of faith, recovery, grace, please share with me.

Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.