“Nah, nah, nah, I don’t want to hear that,” my 26 year old daughter wagged her finger at my son, aged 22, as we sat eating lunch at Subway. “You may feel that way about yourself but the first step you need to take to recovery is to not say that out loud, ever!”
My son had just finished sharing the events that led up to a break up with his girl friend of three years as well as the disturbing news that he was going to need to have a repeat of a surgery he had last year. He summed up his account with a statement about how his girl friend deserved better anyway and his life just seemed to be pretty “sucky” all the way around.
I hugged my daughter with tears in my eyes and whispered in her ear, “Please keep giving your brother advice!”