Back from vacation, and I’ve been busy ever since I returned.
It was just the two of us and I got PLENTY of rest, but from the mouth of a grieving mom, no matter where you go or how long you’re gone, your grief goes with you.
Getting away just gave me some time to try to focus on my next moves. This is something I needed.
After the death of our son (Elijah) I instantly felt like nothing was important. I was losing myself in the process. All I wanted to do was lay around, then my eating habit got out of control. Everything I just mentioned, I still feel that way, but I have to come to grips that I must continue to live. Writing about my grief process is a form of the processes that we have been doing all our lives. Education is the best way to handle any and everything in life. Grief counselors are here for that reason.
Life is about someone teaching and someone learning to get to the next step, think about this:
We teach toddlers how to go to the potty, but we will keep a pamper or pull-up on them until we’re sure they know how to go on their own.
A kid must be taught and assisted with personal hygiene before we can trust they know exactly what to do.
We send kids to school, but we must assist them with their homework until we know that they know how.
We go to church to learn the word of God, but won’t be allowed to preach until the pastor knows you have the knowledge.
Jobs send us through training before we are allowed to do the assigned task.
There must be a blueprint and trained builders before a house can be built.
We must be taught how to drive and pass a test before we are allowed to drive.