P did call to chat Thursday night and was excited to learn that I'd be home before she left for her Friday evening gig. When I got home, she wouldn't displace the lap cat to get up and greet me, but when she left I got a peck on the lips. Go figure...
While I was gone, P had news that got her worrying about her S22. That absolutely paralyzes her and had her questioning all her winter plans. Once she talked to him and determined he was fine, life goes on. I always have a hard time with that. Not the concern or the desire to help, but the mentally dropping everything and obsessing about trying to prevent him from feeling any pain.
Yes, I know it's a common challenge for parents. And I'm hypersensitive because of the sick R my mom and brother had. So, I'm always trying to figure out if my discomfort is due to P engaging in unhealthy thinking/behavior or if I'm being overly rigid in my thinking about it. Probably some of each. But, I know that I have to find a way to deal with it, whatever it is.
That probably means looking at my fears, feeling them, sitting with my discomfort...
I'm hanging on to me, sticking with my goals, paying attention to my PMA. Glad to be home where it's a lot easier to eat my veggies!
