The kids are weathering another big setback with their dad, and it's been a great opportunity to put the Betty Ford Children's Clinic to work. Words and terms they learned are being used; their "self-care" bags have been pulled out (these are paper bags we each got to decorate, then inside we have index cards with ways to take care of our spirits, our bodies, our minds, etc. written on them); it's not such a huge jolt to their systems this time.
Since Brandon is usually mute about his feelings, yesterday I took out the crayons and some paper and asked him to draw the "feelings inside the mind of Brandon." I wanted to see how he would express himself through art, and what he drew reminded me of the smart, literal brain that resides in my boy.
His picture was a profile of his head, and written inside were words like angry, upset, scared. I gave a little giggle at how my perception of drawing feelings is so much different than his, and in the future I need to remember how his smart little mind works.
As he was finishing up, he said There is one interesting feeling I have though...Envy. I'm envious of other families who don't have to go through this. I'm envious of other kids who don't have drunk dads.
All I could really say in response to that was, I know Bubba...me too. And with that, my heart exploded for them both.