This parenting gig is pretty awesome. And it is rewarding. But it can be extremely hard, especially when circumstances are beyond our control and our kids are hurting.
Right now, I am attempting rather unsuccessfully to help my daughter, aka Missy Prissy (first mention for her, second and last born, girl) heal her broken heart. She is in a state of suspended disbelief. I just want to wave a magic wand and make it all go away overnight. Experts say there are 5 stages to the grieving process: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance and I see my Girl Almighty bouncing between them like a ping pong ball.
For my Missy Prissy…. it is over….it is done and she had absolutely No Control over it. She was definitely in the denial phase for a while. She just could not fathom the idea of their demise. They were her One Thing. They were there for her in her late adolescent/ early teen years seemingly supporting her every step of the way. Had a bad day? Let’s consult with them and see how they could make it better. Their plethora of feel good was seemingly limitless. We traveled to see them as often as we could and every time she saw them her face would light up and she would literally glow from the inside out. Her squeals of delight made the effort WORTH IT. They made her Moments. They were never far from her mind as she had pictures of them everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE.
While in denial, she was silent for a while. Almost as if the words weren’t mentioned, the scenario wasn’t true. But now, over the past few weeks, she is scraping up every last piece of information on them. All the Little Things. Analyzing it. Searching for clues. And we sit and talk, a lot, about all the fun times we shared with them. And her endless optimism that she will see them again is infectious, and endearing.
I am not sure she will ever hit the depression stage though she is taking a small detour Through the Dark. That just isn’t in her nature. Though I admit, I do see a bit of bargaining with the phantom powers-that-be settling in almost as if she is trying to fill in all the empty Spaces.
So sadly, my sweet Missy Prissy, is going to have to keep navigating her way through the stages the best way she can all the while reaching acceptance that so many young girls these days are having to face……
Right Now, One Direction’s public relations created ‘break’ appears, more and more every day, to be a ‘break up’.
So as the bleeding hearts of the 1D fandom unite, may their memories of dancing all night to the Best Song Ever tide them over……. until the already highly anticipated reunion tour…… in about 20 years.
Good Gravy 