Kenny has been doing so well lately. I love it. But I find myself waiting, wondering, and worrying when things will go wrong.
Is that bad or is it normal?
Since his suicide attempt, my youngest son breaking his back, my oldest son being crushed by a basketball standard, and Lily and I being in a car accident all within 7 months of each other I try harder than ever to have family time. We always wonder if Kenny will be willing to be with us; and if he is with us if he will act decent. For several months things have been so good and I cherish these times.
But I still wait.
I feel bad for waiting.
I hope one day I won't wait.
He is working with his dad today earning extra money to pay us back some of the money he owes us. He got up without so much as a grumble. I know he would rather be snowboarding, but he chose to do the responsible thing.
I am grateful for my family.