What a tough road you have been down with your son. My heart goes with both of you. I can't imagine the agony that each of you has felt while on this journey but there is hope in where it has led you. Your son wants to make his own rules and it sounds as if he has earned respect from those who are important to him. You, his parent, have suffered as you watched and tried to support him in his life. I wish that both of you can find and receive what you both need from each other and from the world.
It was a tough road, and still is sometimes. But if I hadn't gone through all that, done everything I could to help him, I don't think I could have let go and found peace the way I have now. As for my son, he's not without dreams and ambition, but on his own terms. They include creating an incubator of sorts for houseless artists to create murals, as he has done, on blighted buildings and the sides of sheds, to change "hearts and minds" as he says, the way people perceive the houseless, or canvas-dwellers, as I call them, people who by choice or by circumstances beyond their control live on the margins of society.
I completely understand this. Sometimes when life gets hard I wish it for myself.
My dad has been in jail lots and he used to tell me about people who committed crimes to get out in jail because they found life hard without it’s stability.
Thanks, Julie. My son definitely isn't one of those. He thrives on freedom, thrill-seeking, living on the edge, not stability. Living the 9 to 5 felt like prison to him. He tried it several times and it didn't take. He missed it out there where he could make up his own rules. I've finally accepted that. But it took a long time.
What a tough road you have been down with your son. My heart goes with both of you. I can't imagine the agony that each of you has felt while on this journey but there is hope in where it has led you. Your son wants to make his own rules and it sounds as if he has earned respect from those who are important to him. You, his parent, have suffered as you watched and tried to support him in his life. I wish that both of you can find and receive what you both need from each other and from the world.
It was a tough road, and still is sometimes. But if I hadn't gone through all that, done everything I could to help him, I don't think I could have let go and found peace the way I have now. As for my son, he's not without dreams and ambition, but on his own terms. They include creating an incubator of sorts for houseless artists to create murals, as he has done, on blighted buildings and the sides of sheds, to change "hearts and minds" as he says, the way people perceive the houseless, or canvas-dwellers, as I call them, people who by choice or by circumstances beyond their control live on the margins of society.
I completely understand this. Sometimes when life gets hard I wish it for myself.
My dad has been in jail lots and he used to tell me about people who committed crimes to get out in jail because they found life hard without it’s stability.
Thanks, Julie. My son definitely isn't one of those. He thrives on freedom, thrill-seeking, living on the edge, not stability. Living the 9 to 5 felt like prison to him. He tried it several times and it didn't take. He missed it out there where he could make up his own rules. I've finally accepted that. But it took a long time.