Hope For The Holidays
Maybe there is a ray of hope for us to salvage Christmas this year. Today I saw and spoke to my son for the first time in almost two months. And even though I realize that pride goes before a fall, I am proud of the fact that I kept my cool as well as I did. No yelling, screaming, no hateful words spoken. What good would it have done, anyway? Oh, don't get me wrong...it was all in the back of my mind. And it may come out at a more appropriate time, but today was not it. I took my granddaughter to our town's Christmas parade, and Barry joined us there to watch the parade. He had some general conversation with his brothers (who were also there) and tried to be pleasant with me. I told him he could come to Christmas dinner at our house if he wants to, but emphasized that his family would be there and that he and ONLY he was invited. He assured me he would come alone. Whether he comes or not remains to be seen, but I feel better for having invited him. His father disagrees with me and thinks we should all continue the tough love by cutting all ties with him, but I'm not so sure. Where does tough love and a mother's love find a compatible meeting place? Please tell me what you all think. Was I right to invite him to be a part of the family for Christmas?
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by nannyjanny



