I suffered a bit of a relapse over the weekend. So, I have to rest again. I hope I can recover enough to enjoy my niece and nephews when they come up for their summer visit this coming week.
VBS this week, complicated travel arrangements that need to be made today, emotional groaning over sharing my late mother’s photo albums (as in sending them out of my house to my nieces to scan. Not trusting them for some reason) and generally struggling with a panoply of attitude issues.
It feels like my head is full of cobwebby cotton candy and I’m not making progress on any fronts.
So my heart took another arrow this morning. Last nigh BG sent me a text that she was just going to go home to Nana’s last night because she had to work until 10 and was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. I had changed the sheets on her bed and moved some things around and Mr. P and I had discussed her coming home. It hurt but OK. Children by their nature routinely hurt their mother’s hearts.
Last week I had contacted my niece about something. In texting her I told her that maybe this week when BG and I went to dinner she could go with us. She said that sounded fun. I had also been talking to her mother so I invited ex SIL to go with us. Two mothers with their two daughters. Then because it is what I do—I called ex MIL to see if she wanted to go with us. That way BG could have all the women in her immediate family with her for dinner. MIL accepted and said that sounded fun.
This morning ex MIL called to let me know that BG was better than yesterday and told me a couple of things they were going to do this week, then she said something about them all going out to dinner together. Well, now they are going to dinner to celebrate niece’s new job just the four of them and guess who isn’t invited? They have circled the wagons and where my child was reaching out to me and wanting to come home—making my heart swell—it has been totally derailed. My plans for dinner have been hijacked and I am excluded. It hurts.
Shame on the other adults in BG’s life. My heart hurts with you, Kim. I will say that things like this do not usually last forever. At some point, BG will see things in a different light, no doubt. Mom’s can only do their best and trust the Lord. As with many such things, it still hurts.
I once had a Sunday School class memorize that psalm. It was one of the lower grades, perhaps 2nd or 3rd. I wonder if anyone has ever made a VBS with a farm theme? Seems a no-brainer with all the sheep/shepherd/planting etc. lessons in the bible.
Kathaleena says, “Shame on the other adults in BG’s life.” I was thinking much the same thing. They should know better! My heart, too, aches for you, Kim.
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I’m having some heart ache over a daughter as well. In order for Chrissy to be approved as Forrest’s care provider, by the state program that helps pay for childcare, it turns out she needs to take a one-time class they offer. (We didn’t know about that requirement until Emily was getting into the application process.) She would also need to get a photo ID before being able to take the class.
Unfortunately, the social anxiety aspect of Chrissy’s Asperger tendencies has gotten the best of her, & she’s decided she’d prefer not get paid more rather than go through with whatever is needed to get the ID & take the class.
My heart aches that she is such an anxious young woman, that so much in life is “too hard” for her. I really thought that pushing herself through this process would help her gain a little confidence. I am so disappointed.
And I must admit, this just underscores for me that her living with the McKs isn’t doing her any favors. I had had plans to help her gradually learn how to deal with adult-type things in life, little by little, but then she moved out.
Kim you and George may have to intervene. She needs to be with someone who loves her now. She is susceptible to responding to someone who SAYS he loves her.
She needs to be somewhere safe.
Both of you are in my prayers.
but you already knew that.
Thankful to report VBS went great, had a fun afternoon with my daughter, was able to get the scanning I needed done finished so she could take it with her AND when I finally went to book my flights, saved a couple dollars but found a flight that gave me a three hour layover in Philadelphia–which has a terrific USO where I can nap after a red-eye flight.
These are blessings for me today. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Thanks to anyone who prayed.
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I suffered a bit of a relapse over the weekend. So, I have to rest again. I hope I can recover enough to enjoy my niece and nephews when they come up for their summer visit this coming week.
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VBS this week, complicated travel arrangements that need to be made today, emotional groaning over sharing my late mother’s photo albums (as in sending them out of my house to my nieces to scan. Not trusting them for some reason) and generally struggling with a panoply of attitude issues.
It feels like my head is full of cobwebby cotton candy and I’m not making progress on any fronts.
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So my heart took another arrow this morning. Last nigh BG sent me a text that she was just going to go home to Nana’s last night because she had to work until 10 and was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. I had changed the sheets on her bed and moved some things around and Mr. P and I had discussed her coming home. It hurt but OK. Children by their nature routinely hurt their mother’s hearts.
Last week I had contacted my niece about something. In texting her I told her that maybe this week when BG and I went to dinner she could go with us. She said that sounded fun. I had also been talking to her mother so I invited ex SIL to go with us. Two mothers with their two daughters. Then because it is what I do—I called ex MIL to see if she wanted to go with us. That way BG could have all the women in her immediate family with her for dinner. MIL accepted and said that sounded fun.
This morning ex MIL called to let me know that BG was better than yesterday and told me a couple of things they were going to do this week, then she said something about them all going out to dinner together. Well, now they are going to dinner to celebrate niece’s new job just the four of them and guess who isn’t invited? They have circled the wagons and where my child was reaching out to me and wanting to come home—making my heart swell—it has been totally derailed. My plans for dinner have been hijacked and I am excluded. It hurts.
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Ouch. That sounds like it hurt. Praying with you, Kim.
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Shame on the other adults in BG’s life. My heart hurts with you, Kim. I will say that things like this do not usually last forever. At some point, BG will see things in a different light, no doubt. Mom’s can only do their best and trust the Lord. As with many such things, it still hurts.
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I once had a Sunday School class memorize that psalm. It was one of the lower grades, perhaps 2nd or 3rd. I wonder if anyone has ever made a VBS with a farm theme? Seems a no-brainer with all the sheep/shepherd/planting etc. lessons in the bible.
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Kathaleena says, “Shame on the other adults in BG’s life.” I was thinking much the same thing. They should know better! My heart, too, aches for you, Kim.
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I’m having some heart ache over a daughter as well. In order for Chrissy to be approved as Forrest’s care provider, by the state program that helps pay for childcare, it turns out she needs to take a one-time class they offer. (We didn’t know about that requirement until Emily was getting into the application process.) She would also need to get a photo ID before being able to take the class.
Unfortunately, the social anxiety aspect of Chrissy’s Asperger tendencies has gotten the best of her, & she’s decided she’d prefer not get paid more rather than go through with whatever is needed to get the ID & take the class.
My heart aches that she is such an anxious young woman, that so much in life is “too hard” for her. I really thought that pushing herself through this process would help her gain a little confidence. I am so disappointed.
And I must admit, this just underscores for me that her living with the McKs isn’t doing her any favors. I had had plans to help her gradually learn how to deal with adult-type things in life, little by little, but then she moved out.
Most of all, Chrissy needs Jesus.
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Sounds like she may not come home after all.
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Kim you and George may have to intervene. She needs to be with someone who loves her now. She is susceptible to responding to someone who SAYS he loves her.
She needs to be somewhere safe.
Both of you are in my prayers.
but you already knew that.
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I’m so sorry, Kim.
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Thankful to report VBS went great, had a fun afternoon with my daughter, was able to get the scanning I needed done finished so she could take it with her AND when I finally went to book my flights, saved a couple dollars but found a flight that gave me a three hour layover in Philadelphia–which has a terrific USO where I can nap after a red-eye flight.
These are blessings for me today. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Thanks to anyone who prayed.
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