“Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings
hast thou ordained strength…”
KJV Psalm 8:2
I passed the entire night in the hinterland between sleep and waking. It is that odd state where the body rests unresisting but the mind wanders down strange pathways, making connections between seemingly random things and finding answers to questions we did not know we needed to ask. Therefore, when I woke, exhausted and feeling rather low, I simply blamed the fitful night.
It had not even occurred to me to take the leaflet that seriously. I don’t like the things, but I am only going to be taking the damnable pills for a short while and adding steroids to the current handful of pills, as opposed to being waltzed off to hospital, seems a far better option. I had them once before for pneumonia and, beyond the usual sleep disruption and digestive problems, I was fine. I simply dislike steroids on principle.
By the time I arrived at my son’s to make his morning coffee, I was feeling lower still and, when I received a surprising and very worrying message about my finances, that was enough to tip me into feeling royally depressed. It was not until much later that I realised the depression was probably chemically induced and not ‘me’ at all. In the meantime, however, I went from bad to worse and spent much of the morning fighting back or giving way to tears.
My son is, by no stretch of the imagination, a babe On the other hand, he is my junior by some thirty-three years and we have known each other all his life. Over the past few years, given the unusual circumstances, we have learned how to talk to each other at a level that often goes beyond the mother-son relationship and into that of friends. Those discussions have led us deep into the realms of psychology, as both general and personal levels, especially since Nick took conscious control of his inner life and started down a path to greater awareness and understanding of what makes life ‘tick’.
Unsurprisingly, many of our discussions have focussed on his journey. Today, he turned the tables on me. As neatly as any surgeon, he stripped away the veneer, the excuses and justifications we are all able to come up with. He pointed out that the life I have lived, though not always either easy or pleasant, has been lived with a capital ‘L’… the fight or flight response, when it cuts in, always allows us to live at a higher octane and heightens experience. He looked at the passions in my life, referred to the gratitude I have for every experience, good or bad, that has helped me grow or allowed me to be of use with a real understanding. And, after pointing out all the things I am grateful for in my life, managed to sum me up concisely.
He even, and deliberately, said some things I can only take as the ultimate compliments… but which he refused to commit to paper and would probably have to kill me should I repeat them…but which meant an awful lot.
By this time, I was in tears again…for several reasons. Firstly and foremost because I could see just how much he has grown by applying what he has learned to his own life and journey, not just reading about it or knowing the words. Then he spoke of the suit of armour I wear to face the world… armour I have had to build in order to be a partner, daughter, mother and friend. He took it further, suggesting that the armour was not just there to face the world, but to protect the ‘hurt, fragile little girl’ who still lives in me, and who ‘just wants to be loved and cared for.’
Big hugs xxx
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❤ xxx
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Sue, you have such a wonderful relationship with Nick, although the reasons that have brought you to this point are not what either of you would have chosen. The relationship alone proves your point, positivity in negativity.
I really admire you, your magic and character shine through you writing.
I have a lot to learn , at my age I thought life would be very different, simpler…. But I am not giving up I shall get there thanks in no small part to you, Nick and of course the Dog. xxxx💜💟
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Thanks, Willow. We would not have chosen, but are still grateful for what the past years have taught us xx
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I know no one would , but we are never dealt more than we can cope with. 💖 I hope that does not sound trite, I learned that from my Dad. 💜
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I believe that too. 🙂
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Wow! No others words needed…
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Well … that got me a bit teary, with recognition, and smile-y with joy at your conclusions and the wonderful friend you have in your son. 🙂
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It had me a bit that way too. Okay, a lot…
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🙂
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Been where you are in this post.
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I think most of us have in one way or another, Rae.
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