Today I have been struggling with Zach. He literally is throwing a fit in the front yard because I told him to go and ride his bike. He has water, a shady place to rest, a good new bike, and the spare time to get out there and get some saddle time. What he does not have is any kind of motivation. I try motivating him in many ways, and yet, mean or nice, nothing I do makes a difference. So there he goes, down the block, still trying to squeeze out some tears, screaming he can't do it, like he has ridden 100 miles!
I am so tired and stressed. My brother says to me, "Get a new man. That will do the trick." Of course he asks me about my new man every time he sees me because I keep my sister-in-law updated on my dating escapades. I am just going through the motions really, dating wise, mostly because people expect me to do it. I am not going to introduce a man into Zach's life just to see if that "does the trick." One man he cares about deeply has already been "erased from his life because of a mistake I made." His words.
And he is not wrong. So here I sit, watching him return again from another fit about riding the bike. "I can't do it," he whines some more. Wonder if that will work for me on these days when I think I just can't do this anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment