Thank you, Elke, for sharing. I could just pick up the phone and call you. But I imagine you are asleep. Healing, as you should. It’s as if we’re nursing our babies and why not just pick up the phone and call? We’re all nursing simultaneously into the wee hours of the night, awake. Parenting is different now. Emotional.
I’ve had a rough week as well. A kid, of course. Not me. But as you said, your kid’s pain is often a parent’s pain. The worry we hold tight, feeling stuck. My son is doing very well. Crushing school, leadership, and social life, growing up, launching and more, as they should at 22. He just had one of his best travel weeks of his life visiting friends in Brooklyn over fall break. Then the curve ball. His good friend in Missoula attempts suicide and said his goodbyes to his life on earth and texts his love for my son just hours before the attempt. Then the call that his friend is not responding for days after. We listen to him whale over the phone, mourning his friend’s death. Feeling guilty that he didn’t do enough. Telling us how much he loves us and his sister. Healthy, I imagine. Then his friend responds with no extreme physical damage, thankfully. My son is triggered and feeling so low and then angry. All a normal progression of grief. But will my son bounce back? Come around? He’a low and we know his lows well. It’s all during his week of midterms and he develops a tic. Oh timing! I hold his pain and he’s over 1000 miles away from home. Two years from now…that’s how I need to talk with him. Thank you, Elke. Thank you, Betty Higgins. Good night.
How about between 18 and 55? 🥰 I feel all of this. Love you, Elke. ❤️
This. This. This. I needed this. Thank you for this 🙏🏻♥️
Thank you, Elke, for sharing. I could just pick up the phone and call you. But I imagine you are asleep. Healing, as you should. It’s as if we’re nursing our babies and why not just pick up the phone and call? We’re all nursing simultaneously into the wee hours of the night, awake. Parenting is different now. Emotional.
I’ve had a rough week as well. A kid, of course. Not me. But as you said, your kid’s pain is often a parent’s pain. The worry we hold tight, feeling stuck. My son is doing very well. Crushing school, leadership, and social life, growing up, launching and more, as they should at 22. He just had one of his best travel weeks of his life visiting friends in Brooklyn over fall break. Then the curve ball. His good friend in Missoula attempts suicide and said his goodbyes to his life on earth and texts his love for my son just hours before the attempt. Then the call that his friend is not responding for days after. We listen to him whale over the phone, mourning his friend’s death. Feeling guilty that he didn’t do enough. Telling us how much he loves us and his sister. Healthy, I imagine. Then his friend responds with no extreme physical damage, thankfully. My son is triggered and feeling so low and then angry. All a normal progression of grief. But will my son bounce back? Come around? He’a low and we know his lows well. It’s all during his week of midterms and he develops a tic. Oh timing! I hold his pain and he’s over 1000 miles away from home. Two years from now…that’s how I need to talk with him. Thank you, Elke. Thank you, Betty Higgins. Good night.