you adopted the girls. He needs more attention.” I brushed it
off and felt defensive.
Recently, I publicly wrote something about our sons in
reference to their many summers spent on our neighborhood
swim and tennis teams. ”Our boys were more of the “coach’s
award type kids than MVP winners.” Our youngest boy, now
man, gently and privately sent me a message that he had in fact
won MVP in tennis twice during his high school years. I truly
have absolutely no recollection of that fact.
I responded to my son with honest words. “I was fairly
checked out during your high school years. I am sorry about
that.” After he offered forgiveness and a gracious
understanding that I was doing what I had to do during that
period of our family’s life, I responded, “I truly am sorry that
you paid a price though I know you are gracious and forgiving.
We can talk about this sometime…” Text messages aren’t the
best avenue for such intimate conversation.
I recounted this story to my friend Liisa, and she
offered true and gracious words. “At least you are talking about
it now.” Way down in the depths of my heart, I believe that
just about every human being is doing the best that they can
on any given day. The same applies to me as mom.
Many things will happen along the parenthood journey
that disrupt or affect the kind of parenting we hope to practice.
Some we have a hand in choosing and some sneak up and
blindside us. Denial and silence around such things often
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