Over the past week I’ve been a little stressed and worried about my family and friends. There are things going on in their lives that I want to help solve. And sadly I can’t. I got my first glimpse of what some of the other people in my life have either gone through or are currently going thru. The part of growing up where you realize that you can’t grow up for other people. That sometimes you have to let them do it themselves or they either won’t feel they can or count on you to do it for them. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting to jump and run to help the minute you realize there is a problem.
It’s been REALLY difficult to sit on my hands and to stop myself from doing more then telling them how much I support them and care. In moments of anxiety and panic all I want to do is help. In some stupid way I think part of me wants to help if for no other reason then some belief that if I don’t help them, how can anyone ever help me? But then in rational moments I know that they have to do it for themselves. That they are adults and are capable of pulling thru to the end.
It’s especially stupid to think this isn’t the case when it’s my Dad. All I can say to him is, I’m here, I care, and I support you. Then have faith in his ability to take care of himself and know that he’s gotten this far without me holding his hand and he can follow the rest of his road without it. I’ll be the angle on his shoulder encouraging him…but he doesn’t need me to tell him where to go or how to get there. ๐ He’s a big boy. ๐
For you who’ve had to sit on your hands regarding me. All I can say to you is: I appreicate your support and how much you care and I know how much you’ve wanted to help. Thank you. I don’t need to be saved. I just need support. ๐