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Graduation, New Normals, and Helping Loved Ones When It Hurts

Hello! Man alive, it’s been a while. I have missed you!

For the last six weeks, I’ve been held captive by the vast and beautiful whirlwind that was our oldest son’s high school graduation.

For some, this may not seem like a big deal. It’s a “been-there-done-that” event. For you, it may not have been an all-consuming occasion. It was just another party—just bigger, with a lot more people and food and beverages, and, and, and.

For the rest of us—namely me—it’s a different story.

I’m aware graduations and weddings have a superpower that propels us to get things done. Things we’ve been putting off. Things we’ve not gotten to due to other pressing priorities. But as The Date approaches, things that once seemed minor all of a sudden become major. Even the mundane, the it-could-wait-until-after-the-event, things seem to find their way onto the Must-Do-Now list.

Why is that?

Is it just the looming deadline?

The desire for everything to be perfect?

Or is it the knowledge that this event will never happen again, so we strive for it to be special, memorable, perfect?

Maybe.

For me, these things were all true, but they were symptoms of a deeper issue.

An issue that at this very moment makes me dissolve into a puddle of tears. An issue that makes me want to tighten my grip and hang on with two hands—

It’s time to let go.

But, dang-gummit, I’m not ready to let go!

But I know it’s time.

I’m just not ready…even if he is.

I tried to drown these raw emotions out with the preparatory work. I tried to distract my fractured and jagged heart by exhausting myself with the organizing and planning; digging and planting; cleaning and purging. And it worked—for a little while.

Then the party ended.

After everyone had gone home and my family was asleep, I went into my office and let the first torrent come. As each new wave came, more and more memories surfaced. And then it hit me. It not necessarily that I’m not ready to let go (although that is part of it, I can’t lie), it’s that I’m going to miss my son. Horribly.

I’m going to miss the dailiness of:

I know I am not the first mama to experience this. I know I won’t be the last. And I know I need to do this three more times.

But, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!

And for one who doesn’t usually get emotional, these raw emotions are new to me, as is this transition to a whole new normal.

I share this because, during this season, the things I’ve learned from years of mentoring have become personal. Wisdom I’ve gained has become more valuable. The knowledge I’ve taken for granted isn’t as commonplace as I assumed it was.

Over the years I’ve guided people through the pain inflicted by well-meaning, sincere, and loving people. People whose words were meant to offer comfort and reassure but in reality had the opposite effect. I’ve encouraged them not to let their reaction to those words take root and sour their attitude, relationships, and confidence; but instead, accept the love those words were meant to convey.

Now that pain has become my pain. Those well-meaning platitudes are salt on my jagged heart rather than the soothing balm they were meant to be. And I know I’m not alone.

Are you feeling this too? Are you nodding your head and saying, “same?”

I also know there are so many who don’t know what to say or do when a precious friend or family member is hurting. You want to help. To take away their pain. To offer comfort. To DO something, anything to hold back the storm! But you’re not sure of what.

Let me provide a few ideas, some advice, and a few pointers.

Life has its ups and downs. And when you are in the midst of the lows, having loving and supportive friends make all the difference. They are a light that pierces the darkness and offers hope, comfort, and perspective.

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