Right now I’m just sitting on the porch watching him do his thing.
He’s collecting bugs to feed his toads. There’s something about flipping over the rocks and being outside that just provides him with instantaneous relief from his worries.
I do have to be cautious because we are in a not so good neighborhood and it’s prone to outbreaks violence.
I’m elated about this though, because it’s free, accessible, healthy and in many ways, educational. So far it’s working but I don’t know for how long or what I’ll do in the winter.
Either way, I’m doing my best to help my son through a very difficult time I his life. It’s not perfect but at least I’m trying and spending everyday trying even harder than the previous day.
I’m confident that we’ll work through this and he’ll get his life back. Elliott’s a trooper and I believe in him..