The Battle

The last couple of weeks have been extremely challenging for my family, and I have had to make some heart-wrenching decisions concerning my "adult" children.  They were failing to launch, and I gave them no choice but to eject.  

It can be extremely challenging to parent when there is a 10-year age gap between the youngest child and the oldest.  My adult children were failing to "filter up" for the sake of their younger siblings, and my minor children were starting to run with the "big dogs".  It was no longer enough to put the big dogs on a leash; I had to kick them out of the kennel for their own good and the good of the family.  

Now that the dust is beginning to settle and everyone is assured of unconditional love and their place in the family, I am finally able to breathe again.  My adult children are spreading their wings and learning to fly, and my minor children seem to be in a little less hurry to grow up.

Sometimes the hard thing is the best thing, even when it feels like your tearing your own heart from your chest.  This battle has been won; God is good, and I am blessed.

Adrift...

I haven't written in a while because life has gotten too painful to write about.  My husband has been breaking some rules at the recovery center for quite some time, and as a result, two months have been added to his program.  (He is, however, still clean.) Meanwhile, I have been dealing with an overwhelming mess of collateral damage stemming from more than two decades of poor choice and unhealthy examples. My family is adrift, and I am discouraged.  I covet your prayers.