As she sat in her class, reflecting on the conversation of honoring loved ones who have passed, she began to grow overwhelmed. The distant, and fond memories of her grandparents filled her mind. As these moments flashed through her thoughts, tears boiled inside her eyes. She attempted to hold herself together, but the agonizing pull of turmoil created a swirling, melancholy cloud. She had forgotten how brutal her classmates could be. A friend sitting next to her in class, noticed her struggle. Rather than being empathetic, he chose to taunt her for being a “crybaby.” Torn, she took this with great offense, and bottled it up for the rest of the afternoon. She waited in anticipation to call her mother. She really needed to talk to HER about it.
The phone rings a quarter past 3. Jane picks up and answers. For a moment, there is white noise. Finally, a small voice speaks gently, ” Mom, can you come get me from my afterschool program?”
“Oh Sweet pea, what’s the matter?”
“I had a bad day at school.”
“Give me a few minutes. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Crystal did her best to stay distracted, while she waited. She participated in activities, and talked about what was bothering her. Her mom entered and she rushed at her for a hug only her mom has the power to give. The moment her mother embraced her, the pain began to melt away. A meaningful connection between the two, and something her mom does best.
“My love, I am so sorry you are feeling sad. Lets get going so we can talk about it.”
They packed up, and left for home. She jumped into the car, and breathed a huge sigh, “So… what happened?”
“We were talking about death in class today, and about people we love; who have died.” 😐 harsh word.
“When I think about them, it just makes me sad.”
“Oh sweet pea… you know… it is what it is.”
“I know, but I wanted to honor them.. instead.. while we were talking about it…. just started to make me cry, and thats when everyone started calling me a crybaby.” Despair overpowered her.
Her mom knew the agony within her heart because those grandparents were her parents. She knew nothing she could say would make it better. She knew she couldn’t just TELL her everything was going to be OK. She knew there was nothing she could say or do about it, that would make it all go away. Instead, she did the only thing she knew she could do. Jane turned to Crystal and said, “Hey…..”
Crystal looked at her mother, focusing on her mothers stormy cloud within. After a few moments, Jane placed a warm smile on her face and said, “I love you.”
Crystal Brightened up, smiled and said, “I love you too, mommy.”
Just like that, ease began to override. She became herself again.
“So.. what’s for dinner?” Crystal asked.
Though the agony and sorrow still sat well placed within her eyes, she knew in her heart, her mother is her rock. In this moment, Crystal knew, even though the scars are left behind, her mother stands strong, courageous, and wise in front of her with quite an illuminating inner strength. If only for a moment they could feel bliss within each other, she would come to her own conclusion that everything will be OK.