yes, I am back in my parents’ home in a small town, at the South of France, in my forties. An idea I would have hated as an adolescent. Nevertheless, COVID19 didn’t exit in my teens, neither online work from home.
So, yes, I find myself here, because I haven’t created yet a family unit of my own, and I am not completely established in London, in a home where my mother is going through the residues of a stroke, with a lot of difficulties.
How do I keep positive and cool when I see her suffer and sometimes accusing me of not having found the way to make her feel good?
I realise, that regardless of the reality of the stroke, this is what most parents ask of their kids, and it is way unjust.
Kids are here for the purpose of life and not to fulfil any particular purpose, I, think. Happiness is growing in certain circumstances, but an active collaboration is required. I know I couldn’t have made her happy if she didn’t find her way to happiness.
So, how is it possible to navigate these waters and to balance between humanity, love but also love for oneself?
Lockdown makes us look inside to find the answers.
Where they were found all the way.
Maybe this is the lockdown’s blessing.
We may realise that a change of perspective is essential for our happiness, and nothing outside will not replace this trip.
Should we take it alone?
No, we need to ask for help, and help is given in many forms 🙂