I want to tell you

Why is it that my son comes to me and says “Mom I want to tell you...” and I tighten up. I freeze, hold my breath and wonder where we are going.

Tonight I was able to listen and hopefully have a good response. “Mom, I want to tell you I did weed with...It was weird. I liked to try but I don’t think I want to do it again”.

My head was all over the place. I was darting from warnings to fear. For once I was able to just breathe deeply and thank him for being honest with me. He told me he has been thinking about it and wanting to tell me but unsure of what I would say.

All I can say is “Thank you Jesus for giving me a semi good response when my boy needed it from me. Thank you for keeping my tong and all my fears. Thank you God all I came out with was thanking him for being honest.”

It happened tonight but I still wonder. How did I deal with that and not spin out if control? A lot had to do with how honest he was and what he wanted to share with me. Some had to deal with being tired and just not wanting another conflict.