I had an entire, long post about my weekend. About my struggles with family and my son’s SPD. About judgments and ignorance and hurt.
I just can’t post it.
it was a hard weekend made harder by others ignorant comments. Comments I shouldn’t have let get to me, but they did. Comments by people I rarely see, and whose company I don’t really enjoy, on a good day.
I was in confession a couple of years ago and was speaking to the priest about my son, about my struggles with him and being his mother. He gave me the most sage advice I’ve ever had, before or since.
He told me to pray, not for just anything, oh no.
He told me to pray for courage.
That there would be times that I would have to face things as his mother that would be difficult and I needed to pray for the Courage to face what I had to face for my son, so I could be the mother I needed to be for him.
Thank you Father. You have no idea.
Because when faced with people’s painful ignorance it’s quite difficult to keep from becoming paralyzed, but for the Courage and confidence that can only come from Christ. It’s difficult to keep from lashing out in anger and defense. It’s difficult to keep the face of Christ in my heart and on their face.
Thank you God for the Courage to be my son’s mother.
Thank you for the gift of Grace that you so freely give.
Help me to be as free and as generous.