When a mother becomes a therapist
You know what they say about women? Our lives, responsibilities, relationships, work and the menu for the week are all snarled up like spaghetti in our minds and hearts. Just like we could carry a toddler on our foot and a preschooler on the hip while juggling the frying pan and the phone, we can take a call, finish the soap notes, change the linens for the next client and think of a funny memory all at the same time. Multitasking aside, the mothering tendency does not fall on everyone in the same way at the same time, even amongst those to whom were afforded the privilege of doing this mothering thing "full time". For me, though, it usually happens like this. When God gives me a client, I take it seriously. That's right. I take it to be that everyone who walks through my door or into my life.. for whatever length of time.. is just that.. a gift. And for me, God is the giver of gifts. Gifts are to be cared for, nurtured, treated responsibly. Just like the