I guess at 35 I can finally start acting like an adult. I just had an illuminated therapy session. Its great after my first therapist 20 years ago to finally have a person I can stand talking to for an hour every other week. She is not easy on me, but doesn’t make me want to run out of her office screaming. I’m making progress, and liking it, and that is what therapy should do.
She pointed out that my husband should not also be my parent, and that is not fair to him. I like it that way, but I know deep down, that he does not. I realized later in the session, that all this time, instead of looking for an authorative parent type in my life, that I should be my own parent.
See, I can be a mommy after all.
As my own mommy, I have to make sure I go to work each day and fulfill my responsibilities in hygiene, housekeeping, homework, but also the good stuff. Not soccar practice, but maybe my own home ballet classes that I always wanted. Make time to be a child, but at the right time – on my day off.
Breakthroughs like today’s are rare, and should be cherished. I just hope I can keep up with starting to really be a grown-up.
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