Why do people do the things they do?

If you read my most recent blog post, you know my son was in a snowmobile accident last week. We are going home today. Thank you to all the friends, family and strangers that have prayed for him and continue to do so. 

I’ve been 4 hours from home and my support system. I’ve been through a lot in my 51 years. I’ve lost both my parents. My older daughter had a medical scare a few years back. She was having horrible head aches and the pain would just not break. I remember driving her and her husband around that day from Dr and hospital to Dr and hospital. It was a terrible, long and stressful day. Fortunately, once they finally broke the migraine she was okay, thankfully. At least for my daughter, the fix or discovering of what was wrong happened in a day. Fast forward to last Saturday. With my son’s injuries, dealing with major back surgery, and getting the pain under control has been something out of a nightmare. Honestly, the longest and hardest week of my life. And I’m here alone. No other family members. No friends near by. I’ve only lost my shit once where I couldn’t stop crying. I called a close friend and she talked me through it. I just asked her to distract me and talk about anything to get my mind off what was going on around me. She was absolutely amazing and helped me get past the meltdown. We all need people like her in our life. A couple of X-rays of my son’s new hardware. Fourteen screws and two rods to stablize the two fractures.

I’ve mentioned in a different post that I am estranged from my older daughter. Well, because of everything that has been going on we have been texting and talking. I can’t tell you how much it has healed my heart to hear her voice. She even told me that my grandson wanted her to tell me that he had waffles with peanut butter and syrup on them. That small act and information healed even more of my heart.  My son lives with my ex-husband and originally my son was going to go back to his house. My son is buying the house from my ex-husband. But my son decided he wanted to come home to my apartment instead of staying with his step dad. It was his choice. Now my daughters and ex-husband are upset with me that he is coming to my apartment. Why? What would make them think it’s okay to be upset about what my son wants? I don’t think my older daughter will come visit my son while he is at my apartment. Can someone explain this to me? Why can’t we just all be adults and understand it’s about my son, not us? So here I am trying to hold myself together and deal with this scary situation then this. Why would anyone for any reason want to add to that? I’m just at a loss. 

A friend said that between my son and I, we know what’s best for him. And the other nonsense doesn’t matter. So that is what I’m trying to focus on. The nonsense doesn’t matter. Taking care of my son and following what he wants is what matters. 

My son doing a sudoko puzzle. It was wonderful that he could even concentrate on it!

Can you help me understand their side of the situation? Can you help me see it through their eyes and have compassion or empathy for them?

We are going home today and I had to clear off a tad bit of snow off my car before I could drive it.

Here is a Gofundme page for donations to help my son. https://gofund.me/f00e2461 Thank you!

Continue learning and if you can be anything, be kind.

❤Patti❤