Last night I had a dream that I was a young boy and was resting on my mothers lap. This is important to me because of the emotional block that I have had with my parents. In the dream I felt the connection to my mother that I can't bring to mind (remember) in my waking mind.
This morning I was well prepared from last night and the boys and I got off to church on time. I remembered to speak to them consistently about discipline and was able to target specific consequences in smaller increments to the areas where they needed behavior improvement. That way, even thought they did good overall, I was able to apply discipline for the things they did not do well.
Sometime today I found myself dreading the start of the work week. I thought of how I must seek spiritual fulfillment in order to break this discontent. I found contentment in the day and optimism for the workweek.
Them I rememered that tomorrow is a holiday. It was as if reality shifted and I got the gift that I wanted as soon as I was completely willing to let it go.
My parents came to visit today. They brought us a great feast and we grilled and had fun. I felt especially comfortable and affectionate to my parents. Maybe it was because of the dream that I had.
I got a call from the little league baseball commissioner asking if I wanted to coach a baseball team this afternoon. I was awkward answering but I said that I could not commit to this. I had to resist the impulse to do it because we it would pull me away from home too much and this would be too difficult for my wife. I feel that this would also impact my recovery program at some level also. I have to admit that I am still thinking about it as it is just 2 nights a week and saturday mornings.
My father and my son and I did a little practice at the park. My son is building a wonderful and close relationship to my father. They told stories to each other and shared funny moments. I am grateful that he gets to spend so much time with him in his youth.
Thanks be to God for a good mother and father.
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