A Day at a Time

Over a year ago, i was faced with a truly difficult choice and a truly heavy responsibility. the path i eventually took left me alone, and angry, but very much determined. and one of the major things i had to do was to help my son see through his play therapy sessions to overcome a trauma. the healing didn't come easy or swift for him. people close to him--the class adviser, the school guidance counselor--had to be involved. but now he's ok. in fact, he's more than ok; he's doing great. he doesn't have this "anger" inside him anymore. he has friends at school. he has kept his high grades. and he is growing up just fine; naughty, but fine.
i once wrote that i've finally given him a home where he feels safe and secure. looking at him now, i know i have given him much more than that.
and i was reminded of all of these now because someone close to me is faced with a similar [in some respects] challenge. and while no words could provide comfort and assurance right now, helping someone to "breathe again" a day at a time is one of the benefits of having felt, and lived, a parallel life.