Hiya friends, hope you all had a happy and safe 4th.

Just some stuff I wanted to write about.

Those of you who know me know how I feel about my son. He is my inspiration, my hero. He has had a terribly difficult life for a lot of reasons.

But, he has always risen above it all. He is really struggling again now. I fear that he might hurt himself in some way.

Many professionals have told me that divorce during the teen years is especially difficult on the children.

At a time when they are trying to find their place in the world, trying to figure out what they want and who they are, their lives are turned upside down and they lose their footing.

And so my son is still so very affected by all this. He was a good student in high school, ready to go to college.

When this happened, he failed his senior year, then quit community college and has now been lost and stuck.

I have, to say the least, tried in everyway to help him.

His father lives 5 hours away. He sees him two days a month at best.

So, me being me, I called my xh to talk about our son. The conversation went ok, however at one point my xh seemed to feel that I was blaming him unfairly. I straightened that out in a hurry.

I explained to him that the reality is that our son has been struggling since all this began. I was not going to rehash the past. If he is feeling guilty, then, he needs to examine why. Not my problem.

I guess he forgot that where son is concerned he best not try that garbage of defraying the real reason why we are talking. He needed to step off and step off he did.

Now, once that was settled, we were able to try to figure out how to best help our son.

So, we both decided that it was best to talk to son together. I wanted our son to know that no matter what happened between us, he was always our first priority. I also wanted him to know that we are both there for him and that this is serious.

The three of us sat down together and talked. Really talked. In the past, my xh would have driven the conversation. That aint gonna happen anymore. So, it was really the first time that the three of us were able to have an adult, equal conversation.

In the end, the points we wanted to make were made. I could see that my son was happy that we were able to come together.

After his dad left. my son came over to me. "Little mom, he said, I am so proud of you. You didnt let dad control the conversation. You said what you wanted to say. And I know that you love me more than anything and that nothing was going to stop you from helping me. Even if it meant having to call dad and insisting he come and talk."

I said, Son, I did not have to drag your father. He loves you very much. Always has, always will. I felt it was important that you know we are united where you are concerned, always.

He said, Mom, you are the very best of the mother tigers. I know, no matter how lost I am, you will be there to catch me. Thank you.

Please, I ask for you prayers again, for my son. And if you can, for my xh, that he may continue to remember what an extraordinary person his son is.