I have also lost helm

As a parent, you should hold the helm. It wrote an important woman to me when my good marriage was coming to an end. Jag var rädd. How would I cope alone? How would I cope day by myself ? How could I stay together, show power and strength, provide support and comfort to the children and make them understand that life is good, it is worth living- in the middle of one for all of us deep crisis? I wanted to be security for them. continued confidence.

The last thing you want is to disappoint them.

Hold the helm, sa hon. Only see that you do it, only they know you are chained to the rudder and steering and parries can ship carve the waves any amount. Her image has stayed with me. They describe clearly what it is about.

Through the years and the challenges life brought, I have kept the damn patiently and persistently helm. I took choices along the way that showed the kids that I never released, decisions that have long since been forgotten, but that was all the time, varje dag. And I let them out of sight.

Men ändå… nevertheless Style helm of my hands a few times. I'm so sorry. Sometimes I could not hold. I could not. When heaven's confusing roar was too scary, violent waves, the depth of black, when something important finally broke down too much. I lost my grip short, short moment, if you look at the whole,, but it happened. For a mother pulls the realization through one like a cold icy wind. It was while they are still growing. And I had promised myself to keep in.

I suppose you could say that it is ” human ”, This diffuse concepts.

When they had left home destroyer came into my life with the goal of pillaging. It was lucky that the kids were great and had their own ships and could not go over with my, for in front of them, I dropped the helm without getting hold of it again and was about to go under. Though at this moment, I realize that I was in the wrong rudder! The rudder was not on my own ship. I was thrown out of my ship and landed on another, that was a fake ship where all the bad weather lasted all the time, and became more and more threatening, storm also was fake, storm as he romanced up and shouted into my brain. I was in the wrong rudder so that the knuckles whitened, shaking the body, with his eyes straight ahead, in a valiant alone struggle, in a desperate battle to avoid having sucked down into the devouring darkness. The devouring darkness was the only thing that was true.

Egentligen, I now realize, did not see the children that I lost helm. It was not our rudder. What they saw was that I was on the wrong ship. They saw me disappear into a terrible storm on a distant sea, in a storm that could not carry out their cry, chained error rudder.

I came at it now as I write. I was in the wrong rudder. I was not even on my ship!

When I started writing today, I wanted some, little mitigate the sometimes inhuman requirement to always keep the helm of their children. Something that I think in a harsh way. But sometimes things happen in our lives that are stronger than we, probably more the rule than the exception, and rudder slip from the grip, the last thing you want. But maybe you should not load themselves too hard for. And it may not be so dangerous that even children are sometimes- ibland – will be even escorts. That sometimes you have to hide in their arms and be comforted by them. If it just takes some time, it is perhaps even strengthening them to understand that they are so important, that just because they are your children, can step in and remind the parents force.

However, if there is an established order, it is devastating for the children.

So I? In a previous post wrote. Children wearing their grown much more than what we want to know. Especially young people who you might think are big enough to take over the helm of the family boat. Nej, they should never take over at the helm. They'll get to go out on their own voyages.

Men som sagt. After the offender's deed had my children carry me instead. They were my security, my light, mitt mod. They have repeatedly had to remind me of my strength. But they might have had the capacity to the right that I have passed the second storms when we were on the same ship, and they kept me in skirts. Jag vet inte, finally, the fact remains that in all relationships in which we are each other affectionate, so wear to each other here and there and now and then. Men ändå, parental responsibility never ends. Barn should not wear their adult. And they do it. For those looking a lot more than we think.