purplerabbit

You ever notice how one person epiphany is another person's "duh?"

My Mother's Day was difficult on a number of levels. It usually is but this one was particularly complex and brought with it a number of realizations about myself. Some of which were part of the conversation we had on Fibromyalgia, after watching the film. But others were about what I and my partners want from each other.

And this is what I have come to realize the next day:

There is only one person in the world who has the legitimate right to expect me to make the world safe for them - my son.

I am incapable of protecting my son or anyone else I love from all harm.

This sounds duh, but it has been tearing me apart of years. I want to make the world a safe place for those I love. But my inability to protect my son has nearly driven me insane.

So the second half of this epiphany:

I do not have the power to make this world a safe place for anyone, not my son or myself. I never had. My mama did not have the power to protect me either. No one has it.

We can only be there to support each other through it. My role as someone who loves is to help those I love in dealing with the world in which we actually live.