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“I sad you and Daddy no same house. I want cry. I so sad. I want cry, Mommy. But I can’t. I weally-weally want cry. I try. I try but I can’t. But I weally want to.” ~Ana Lu (Ana Lu said this twice in a five day span.)
Last summer Ana Lu and I were at the park with her mini-soul mate, Matthew. It was one of those rare days when they were both super grouchy with one other. They were so salty.
The goofballs were fighting over two random branches. While standing in a sea of branches, Ana Lu shrieked, “I want that branch!” The two went back and forth. Ana Lu got frustrated for the umpteenth time; the faucet turned on. Tears flowed and flowed.
After a minute of her crying about branches it turned into sobs, “I miss my Daddy!”… “I miss my Daddy!” … “I miss my Daddy!” … “I miss my Daddy!” … “I miss my Daddy!” …over and over and over again. She seriously said it 20-30 times. It overwhelmed her. It was all she could say.
She was completely consumed by sorrow.
I swooped her up in my arms, hugged her tight and walked to a private part of the park. No mother should ever have to hear her child moan like this. Ana Lu’s pain was so raw. Her sobs far exceeded that of a normal 3-year-old. She wept like an adult; her sorrow palpable. I was completely thrown off guard. I could not believe the depth of the place from where she wept.
I carried her, holding her so close to my chest our hearts felt as though they were side by side. Yet I couldn’t absorb the pain from her heart into mine. It was a magnet to my heart but when close enough for my heart to grab it; it sprang back to her pint-sized heart.
Each time she howled, “I miss my Daddy!” I’d pull her closer to soak in her sadness. I tried to grasp it. I want it. I can handle it. But it was far beyond my reach. After a handful of tries, I concede.
There is not a single thing I can do to lift her out of her grief. It does not matter that I am her Mommy. I cannot save her. I cannot override the effects divorce has on children. Ugh. I have no choice but to become still. I hug her. I envision quicksand tugging her downward, deeper into her heartache. I’m devastated, my eyes filled with tears.
“No! Mommy! No!” she screeched upon seeing my tears. Oh my gosh, she’s right, this isn’t about my pain, this is about her pain. I pushed the tears back; embarrassed that even in this intense moment my preschooler showed more wisdom than me. My distress in seeing her this way was a raindrop compared to Ana Lu’s torrential storm. She knew this. I knew this. It was her storm, not my raindrop. I learn it and accept within minutes. I hold her close. She howled and howled.
I closed my eyes. I’m furious that Ana Lu–regardless of the fact that she is only 30 pounds, soaking wet with rocks in her pocket– is human. I don’t care how much pain is a part of existence; I don’t want my 3-year-old to have to feel it . Damn it! She’s a baby for Heaven’s sake! A baby! God, are you listening to this child?!
In the same breath I heard myself whisper, Thank you, thank you for helping my sweet girl cry the way she wanted. The way she needed.
I hate to see my sweet Ana Lu consumed by suffering so significant that even as her mom I cannot fit my arms around it. But I am so grateful she knew she needed to cry and she found a way to release. Her delicate 3-year-old heart knew the sadness was lurking in her little body and she needed to expel it in order to heal. So she found a way, a safe place with her favorite little buddy and me.
Ana Lu dove headfirst into the pain Charles and my divorce caused her. Visibly more peaceful for the rest of night; so light on her feet and joyful in her smile, it was as if she were floating. Hopefully diving into it means she’s one step closer to stepping out of it.
Something we can all learn from.
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Originally posted 2013-02-10 11:27:13. Republished by Blog Post Promoter