Monday, March 16, 2009
Young Love
Saturday I held my sobbing sixteen year-old son in my arms. B had his heart broken by his first girlfriend whom he loved deeply. I had never expected the relationship to last because they seldom do in high school. But against all odds they stayed together for approximately six months. And they loved each other’s company. They would talk on the phone for hours and laugh and play much to my delight. I am always happy when B enjoys being a child, an opportunity I never got to enjoy. My heart ached as I wrestled with mixed emotions. I am thankful that B and I have the kind of relationship where he can share with me his deep-felt sorrow. I also think it is good that a sixteen year-old will allow himself to cry as he will likely work through the grieving process more quickly. But it was gut wrenching to see him in such a sad state.
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I still remember my own first broken heart when I was his age. It's a pain that's as real as when I got my heart broken again at a later age.
He's lucky that he has you a strong shoulder to hold him up as learns how to bounce back from a broken heart, and you're lucky that he shares this side of him with you. Few parents get to experience that.
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