Someone asked if I was still working with a therapist on a recent post, and the answer is yes. This is a post that stems from some of that mental work I’ve been doing and what I’m learning. (Still in process of learning.) I wish I could say I learned this lesson early, but the truth is, I had to learn it the hard way. The same way I do a lot of things, I know.
For me, “yes” was always easier than “no” when it came to my kids. Maybe it was because I raised a house full of them through foster care and adoption, in a life already full of “no’s” they didn’t ask for. Maybe it was because deep down, I wanted to make up for the years when they didn’t have enough. Or maybe, if I’m being brutally honest, it was because in the moment, saying “yes” felt like love. Or maybe it was the result of growing up feeling like I came from the wrong side of the tracks in a very affluent city.
But love bought on a credit card came with interest – financial and emotional.
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