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Robin's avatar

Thank you so much. For maybe the first time, I feel heard as an estranged parent. I hope the narrative can widen to include our pain and what we need to heal.

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Nancy Kerry's avatar

this. this is my life completely. 100%, 1000%. I loved my son and my daughter so very very much. I didn't "just" give them the best I could, I gave everything I had and more. I got counseling, knowing that as a 19 yr old mom, I had zero knowledge of what to do, having been abandoned by my mother - on a effing bus - and raised by an alcoholic always intoxicated dad (but he was also very loving, but violent; yes, people can be both)... I dedicated my life to learning about parenting, to listening, to caring, to hearing the kids, to making sure they were seen, to acknowledging their feelings. We talked about all the feelings. I refused to allow certain words in the house - "bad, dumb, stupid" were never allowed by anyone bcz I was called those things. "Ugly" and mocking - never allowed. We worked hard bcz I had no money so I pushed myself very hard, and maybe pushed them too. We sat on the bed most nights and talked. I sang to my daughter almost every night until she told me to stop. I would make up the words to a basic melody I sang over and over "my little girl, ...." I sang it to her until she fell asleep. I patted my son's back until he fell asleep, he got so used to it, that I could not stop or he would start crying... so I often fell asleep on the side of his bed. I went to - everything. I was there - for everything. I gave them - everything. Because I had nothing? sure. But also because I loved them , with my entire being. When my son died in 2013, we were devastated and crawled out of the grief together. I carried my daughter through that the best I could, we leaned on each other - I guess too much so, they say now. And then ....swish.... in the blink of an eye, on a Friday afternoon, by a TEXT msg... she disappeared and took herself and all my grandgirls with her... swish... my life ended. Were is not for Dr Coleman... and the group we've connected with in his world, I would not have made it to this "other side," of unnecessary grief. THIS ARTICLE!!! explains it all so clearly. I didn't just "do my best" I have it all I had. What would my daughter have preferred? that I never loved her at all like I was never loved?

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