I talked to my teen age son this evening. He shared his despair. A girl. Young love. I saw myself in him and remembered being almost 16. Being almost sure “I would never love again if things didn’t work”. Conflicted with emotion — my son and I. He with young love. Me, with memories of my own young love and now knowing it was okay. I wondering what should I say? I tried to help without taking away his right to feel both sides of loving. Was I a social worker then? No. I was his mother. I was someone who had also cried into my pillow at almost 16. I could feel his and my pain.
I look at my son’s wet, reddened eyes and hate how he hurts. But we all have to cry … it’s the other side of loving.
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womanstuff // September 14, 2007 at 9:15 pm
There is nothing worse than your child hurting and there’s nothing you can do about it.