There’s no other way around it, sisters.
We’re all here, trudging down a road we didn’t ask for and didn’t plan.
And in the midst of the pain and loneliness and loss of a spouse, many of us are thrust into a whole other dimension of suffering: watching our children deal with the unspeakable tragedy of losing a parent.
Many widows recount that their most difficult day was burying their husbands. For me, that was unbelievably hard, but it was by no stretch of the imagination my worst day.
My worst day?
Coming from the hospital as a widow, tossing and turning for four hours, dressing myself, then driving to a friend’s home. There, I had to tell my sons, ages eight and nine, their dad had died. He was their world. Funny, sweet, patient, hands-on. Gone. In the blink of an eye.
No parent should have to convey that news. Ever.
Even now, over three and a half years since that awful, horrible, worst day, I can replay the imagery, the raw emotions, the reactions of my boys. As long as I live, I will never forget that pain. How it changed them. How it changed me. How it changed our family’s dynamic. Forever.
So, how do you parent through this early, raw, jagged edge of grief?
You rely on God. Period.
It’s not easy. Healing takes time and work and prayer and mercy and grace.
But your children can again find joy.
Next month, during our Dallas conference, Erika, my session teammate and mom of three, and I will share what is working for our families. We’re not perfect, and we will always have bad days.
Grief changes children. When our kids lost their daddies, much of their innocent, carefree childhoods died along with them. We couldn’t change the circumstances. So we decided to embrace them.
Come join us for the discussion. We’d love to get your thoughts. We can learn from each other.
Just because grief stinks doesn’t mean your child’s life has to.
Won’t you join us February in Dallas? Please take a moment and register here.
For more information, watch this video, and see you soon!