…remembering to see my son as he is, not as I hoped he would be” these words hit home for me every day. Some days I remember “this is who my son is” but then there comes the occasional day when I blow! The days I blow are getting farther and fewer between and I now take my frustration out on a hike not my son. I’m grateful to have a community where we can share and know we are not alone. Thank you for sharing Shelly.
Thanks for sharing, Nancy. I blow my top sometimes too. It’s not easy. Walking and hiking have been one of my saving graces. We met at the writing retreat in LA and I have your book. I’d love to have you at a Friday session to share space and practice with.
…remembering to see my son as he is, not as I hoped he would be” these words hit home for me every day. Some days I remember “this is who my son is” but then there comes the occasional day when I blow! The days I blow are getting farther and fewer between and I now take my frustration out on a hike not my son. I’m grateful to have a community where we can share and know we are not alone. Thank you for sharing Shelly.
Thanks for sharing, Nancy. I blow my top sometimes too. It’s not easy. Walking and hiking have been one of my saving graces. We met at the writing retreat in LA and I have your book. I’d love to have you at a Friday session to share space and practice with.
I’d love to join you for a Friday session !
So powerful.
What a beautiful inspiration for seeing people just as they are and loving them as best you can while also letting go. Thank you.
Thank you, Joanne.
Such a candid and cogent accent. Think you, Shelley!