So we got the hula hoop out last night & I demonstrated for DD:
"See? Everything you can control is inside this hula hoop, everything outside is also outside of your control."
A few moments of silence, then:
"I can fit dad inside this hoop too, there's room."
We still have work to do, obviously. (And just for clarification, it's not his addiction she's trying to control so much as his approach to his healthcare. She is baffled as to why he refuses to take part in things he can SEE helping us live healthier lives - diet, exercise, yoga, meditation, etc. She cannot wrap her mind around him
knowing better but not
doing better.)
And, I really miss Mike a lot too.
