Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 23

Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 23 - Figuring it out.

Day 23, figuring it out.

Not all days were happy days. There were failures, there were heart breaks, FOMO’s.

The children have suffered several personal losses in recent years, loss of friends in fatal accidents, death by suicide, gun violence. They had to learn how to be there for each other, for their friends, and be resilient.

Some losses were personal. Having to lose your friend of 10 years just before he hit his sixteenth birthday, outside of your school, how does one get over that? But they had to. How do you console a friend who lost a loved one to suicide? They had to figure that one out.

They also had to figure out that when it came to friendship, no one was too busy, it was just a matter of priority. As parents, it is heartbreaking to watch them suffer but it is their journey. All we can do is offer our unconditional love and support through this. But I do find myself telling them to not ever sacrifice their happiness for others, not even for me. Go live your life.

“The hardest part of being a mom to big kids is navigating the delicate balance between giving them the independence they crave and the support they still desperately need.” – Esther Goetz, Moms of Bigs

Picture courtesy, Becoming unbusy.

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