Suddenly she felt the fight drain out of her. She had been fighting for so long that she could not imagine a time when she had not been. Fighting against doctors, specialists, so-called experts. Fighting with teachers, administrators and those who could not see past the labels that had been given to her child. All she had wanted was to give her son a fair chance, for him to have the opportunities that the other children had – the children he played with and learned with every day.
She remembered the long nights spent in front of her computer crafting letters to be sent to those in authority. She remembered the after-school meetings each year with the teachers her son had had. She remembered the doctor’s appointments, the diets she researched and explored, the energy she had spent on her only child’s future. Her marriage had suffered: her husband leaving to live with a woman who focused on him and spent time with him. Her friendships had all fizzled out: the same excuses can be accepted only for a certain number of times, and then the invitations stop. Her focus on Grant had caused her to lose focus on herself with the result that she was no longer healthy herself.
All those years, all that time, to culminate with the words her son had just uttered.
“I am sorry Mom, I cannot take it any more. You control my life too much: what I eat, what I do, where I should be every moment of the day. I want to be able to live my life on my own terms, make my own decisions, make my own mistakes. I need to leave before you suck everything out of me. Dad is picking me up tonight. I am packed and ready to go. I cannot do this any more.”
Describe a time when you received a shock like this mom.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Fight)