I don’t think Benjamin (7) had a very good weekend. He gave me a big hug when I got back and told me that he had been forgetting what I looked like. “He almost didn’t recognize me” (and it wasn’t because I looked different). I suspect he feels the same way about his Dad. He is so starved for hugs and love, and I just haven’t been able or willing (not sure which) to give him what he needs. He’s so quiet sometimes and I see him burying himself in books or computer games and I wonder if he’s trying to hide from it all (like his mother likes to do).
Oh God!
Please fill in the gaps where I fail. Keep his heart tender.
Help me to do the best I can to give them all what they need. I don’t want them to look back and say “I chose to go the wrong way because I saw my mother do _______.” I know it’s their choice, but
I don’t want my life to be their excuse. Help me to keep my windows clean so that they can see your light through me.
