My Twice Baked Potato

I think that everyone would agree that parenthood comes with highs and lows.  We talk ourselves into thinking that it will get easier.

The new parent thinks,”It will be so much easier when he can sleep through the night” or “It will be so much easier when he’s done teething.”

The parent of a toddler thinks, “Once he can walk steadily, we can…”

The kindergarten parent is sure full-day school is the answer.

We have all heard, and said, similar statements, maybe even these exact words.

The truth of the matter is that parenthood isn’t a steady climb upward. You never really pass all the hard parts. Damn. There’s good and bad and then thankfully, there’s good again…even when you think it won’t ever come.

I’m beginning to think, that the hardest part of parenting is when you lose control of your child’s decisions, his friends, his troubles, his ways of coping.

I am learning that it doesn’t matter if your child is six or forty-six, he is still your heart.

Today, a mother’s heart is broken because her beloved son died earlier this week. The entire family is devastated; they are experiencing their own pain and wishing that there was something to do, some possible way to help.

No words ease her pain today.

I only hope that her faith can hold her until her memories comfort her.

RIP, Eric.