Empty Arms
It was a rough weekend. I was feeling pretty blue to begin with--grieving the loss of my little family which has shattered to pieces, leaving just me and my son under one roof. Dunno what precipitated that pity party, but it was going on since Thursday. Friday, Son's father didn't call, text, or come to pick him up. Son was not inclined to make the effort either. I guess he figures that if his father wants him, he'd initiate. Saturday morning was particularly rough because Son had Saturday School---kind of like detention on Saturday, for being tardy to class after PE. Moving fast is not his strong suit ever. Plus, he doesn't wake up and get going easily either. Basically, Saturday was filled with Son's fussing, homework, tears, slamming of doors,and lot's of I-hate-you's. Yeah, pretty miserable all the way around. I think maybe it was a reaction to how he feels about what's happening with his dad. OR not happening. It culminated in Son sobbing in hi...
did you know that infp's wake up each day of their lives 'becoming.'.. ?
ReplyDeleteInfp's are called the "Becomers." They seek each day to know who they are and who they are becoming, and to bring meaning to life, and to make sense of life, and to find themselves.
The paradox is that the infp never arrives and is always "becoming." Come to be at peace with the process, and you will have made great headway with your journey of personal growth to where it is okay not to have yet arrived.