Looking at old photographs
My daughter told me not to e-mail her any more. It's too late, she wrote, you had your chance, now it's over. Goodbye.
It's only when I look at her old childhood pictures that sorrow touches my guts - raising her was a happy time. A happy kind of time, when one knows right then - this is happiness.
What happened now, made me question my parenting. It made me ask myself questions about mistakes I made. It also made me tell myself that I'm happy she turned out so independent.
Unhappy times are usually under-appreciated by most. My friends and family know exactly what should be done. My daughter knows exactly what she is doing. There is nothing to be done here. This is the time in her and in my life that needs to be exactly like it is.
Please write back.
4 comments:
I think that the most sad thing about it is that she will certainly suffer a lot in the future because of this rejection. I think you can help her if you just skip it now. And when she will be back never talk about it.
And also think (as all family and friends do) that there may be a reason, not YOUR mistakes, for such a behaviour.
"skip it now" sounds right to me too...
as for a reason...
Marika,
from my own experience, they (kids, no matter what age) do not mean the same thing as we do when saying or writing something. And they suffer as much as we do, agonising on how to fix those flaps. Just be ready for a moment when she will need you and will write you back.
guess, you're right about meaning(s), T, everyone's story usually ends up being different...
as for the moment when the kids need us again, I'm trying to treat it like that tea kettle - my attitude of "i don't care when the water boils" sometimes brings fruit of unexpected connection.. :)
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