As my children grow, and their challenges become more difficult, my mothering role has changed.
Back in their younger days, my goal was to keep them SAFE. It was very difficult when Max was 3.5, Solly was 2, and little Elliot was newborn. I ran out the door many times with a baby at my breast and two little toddlers scattering in different directions! It was challenging, and I lost my patience, but it was such a sweet sweet time. Really, it was so simple.
My aunt always said, "Just wait until they are 13!". Those words rang in my head over the years, as she is very wise, and I knew she spoke truth.
Now, my eldest is 13. He is bright and athletic and in my opinion, a very good boy. The problem is that his concussion from October continues to rear its UGLY head, and it is debilitating at times. It is interfering with sports, which has long been his outlet for stress. Now, what to do? Well, we just hold one another and cry together. The simple problems of childhood have been replaced with grief.
The sun will rise tomorrow, and joy will come in the morning, in some form or another. The hardest part of parenting is seeing them broken-hearted. If you have little ones, enjoy this time. It has its challenges, but hopefully the broken hearts are years away! Good night from our quiet household.
4 comments:
Kate, praying for Max! Sad to hear it continues to affect his life. Now that Elly is 11, her hurts are more difficult to help with--we talk and cry together too. I remember those days when the girls were little, it is physically tiring but oh, so simple. God Bless your family :)
Kate, I will snuggle my little ones extra for you tonight. Makes me cry to know Max is struggling so. Love you and keep that head up high!!
So sad for Max, hate he is in such pain. Will pray for you. I do need to cherish these young, tender years. I know the teen years will be here in a blink of an eye.
Sending lots of love to you and Max!!
Paulina
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