Today was our counseling session with our son’s counselor. It went well. Things are actually going very well. He wasn’t angry at all and that wasn’t the reason he declined calling us. It would seem my son-in-law hit the nail on the head. Our son has realized that he needs to be there, but wasn’t ready to admit it to us, yet. Some pivotal things are happening and we can feel at peace that we have, in fact, done the right thing. It hasn’t been the easy thing, by far, but it was the right thing.
We had a chance to discuss denial for a few moments and the pain of stepping out of denial. I feel the Lord tugging on me to DO something concrete for my community. I’m pretty overwhelmed by that thought. I’m praying about what that would look like.
I’ve been thinking about contacting the local newspaper and seeing if there is anyone there interested in doing a story on our community and the drug culture. I’d love to show someone all the things I’ve seen on myspace recently. Especially the pictures posted on myspace of dozens of local kids drinking and doing drugs.
The counselor validated my deepening belief that today’s youth culture and the drug culture are becoming as one.
On the other hand, he also confronted my fundamental problem right now of not being able to separate my son’s actions from myself. I have taken this so personally. For so long I’ve bought into the idea that by parenting the “right” way I could prevent my children from falling into sin. Teasing out my issues and resolving my part of the puzzle doesn’t sound like any fun.
Anyway, today is a good day. I’m doing better.