yehoshua wrote on 03 Jun 2010 10:19:
If I were your son, I would just want a hug and you to say, that it will be ok. That the world is open. Hey a thousand times is never enough. [...] I wanted his unconditional love, and also his views on my actions. [...] you seem like a real father, just like my father, like someone who cares. May the Father of all fathers guide you.
Somehow these words brought me to tears.
I not only feel them myself (as a son, and MAYBE, I try, on occasion as a father). More to the point, I've heard them from Rabbi Yaakov Horowitz (Monsey) in his parenting work on what's called kids at risk. (We all hate the label, I hope.)
If Rabbi Horowitz had been my father, or my father's rebbe, or rebbe of my father's rebbe who once taught him even three words of Torah... then my father would have been able to provide that rock of unconditional support and concern that is the bedrock of any young man's recovery. Check out his book, tapes, online stuff, anything. He's got it down, as a former kid who was there himself.
Nobody ever got much of anything with hate. The answer has got to be love. Somehow. More specific, I cannot fathom. But I can try. And so should you, Rav Abba. Buy him a laffy taffy like he got when he felt young and loved. Something. Try.
Good Shabbos.