Friday, January 11, 2013

I spoke too soon . . .

Youngest Son got a call from one of the places he applied to for a job.  (As I wrote earlier, Hubby took him around to several places over the last holiday weekend.)  It's a fast food place that serves fish.  If you've read my blog for a while, you know Youngest Son is triggered by the smell of fish.


Figures.

I never would have taken him there to apply for a job.  Hubby didn't think anything of it.

Fate is a funny, funny thing sometimes, isn't it?

It figures the ONE PLACE that would call without his doing any follow up on his own would be the fish place.

We'll see what happens.  I have decided to let go of much this year.  This 2013.  I've done all I can do these last five and a half years to help these kids heal.  I just keep doing what I know.  I keep learning, but we're getting to a point and I need to let go of some things.  Youngest Son is 17.  I need to start letting go and letting God with some things.  Fish will be one of these things.  If it triggers him, he'll need to deal with it.  I can't protect him from fish smell the rest of his life.  Amen.  So be it.


3 comments:

Courtney said...

Oh goodness. Sometimes I too get to the point where I think "you're just going to have to learn to deal with it" because that is reality. I can't shelter them forever, and I can't make excuses for them either. Sometimes I don't think I'm very good at this therapeutic parenting thing. ;) And then I remember that God brought them and us together, and He knows how we all work, so I'm assuming He's adding some grace in there to make everything work out the way it needs to, to help them heal (and me not lose my mind!).

mamaporuski said...

Praying things are working out now. Our kids although as old as their peers are way younger in spirit. It's tough to let go the 12 year old inside the body of the 17 year old!

Trauma Mama T said...

mamaporuski - You hit the nail on the head. His body is 17, but his spirit is still stuck back at the trauma age. He is so good at putting up a front though and I've learned that it is a survival skill that does indeed help him to survive. I only hope what we've given him -- tried to teach him -- will help him thrive. I have realized over the years though that his thrive looks different than what I'd pictured.