Sometimes I just love what I do, I mean I really really love what I do.
This has been one of those weeks when the lights have come on more than once and it is a joy, an absolute privilege to witness and see it happen, all over again.
The lights in the eyes of alienated children are dim, anyone who knows such a child will recognise it, there is no-one home, unless they are with the preferred parent that is, then the lights reflect back in continuous loops, in the relationship that the child is having with that parent.
So many parents do not know that what they are doing in their relationship with their child is causing the very behaviours that seem to arise mysteriously. And yet they are. Little wonder so many deny it, project it, see it everywhere else but inside of themselves, the feedback…
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