Sharing and Processing Grief with Children
[Editor's Note: We've had a lot of loss in our family and friend circle since 2010. Our sons have been to too many funerals; I have been to too many funerals. I am always amazed at what questions our older son asks and how he processes his grief. Sometimes, I'd like to be a kid again. Katie at Marriage Confessions recently lost her father, and as she watched her son process the loss of his grandfather, she was moved. I think you will be too. -Jenna]
On Monday night, my mom went to bed early, and before I went in there with her (she and I slept together in her and my dad’s bed for those first few nights), I went outside to call my sister. I was really struggling that afternoon, and sometimes only a sister can pull you through something. She and I talked and cried and laughed and cried some more for over an hour. It was the hardest I’d cried since my dad had died. Bean must have seen me outside at some point because when I came inside to say goodnight to him, he was sitting up in his dark, quiet bedroom all by himself.
I laid down next to him and put my face right next to his. He took his index finger and traced my cheek, where a tear would fall. Something very unlike Bean to do.
“Mom,” he whispered. “Are you sad?”
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