My 15 year old son, Wesley, started school one week after Max died. He was plunged back into schedules, and people, and responsibilities. He is a sophomore at Heights, where Max graduated this past May. Things have been rough for him. There are adults around him that do not understand the road he is on (who would unless this happened to their family!), and then there are adults who have been extremely supportive and loving for him. Teenagers are just that - hormones, drama, and all that comes with it. Adults are careful what they say around a grieving person, teenagers aren't always.
My heart just aches for Wesley. He went from being a care-free, happy, A-B student to carrying around this unfair burden of grief and struggling with his grades and with being in school. We have tried to do everything we can for him without being needy or high-maintenance parents at the school. That ended today. We are 11 weeks into school now, and Wesley is suffering. And Todd & I both have had some uncomfortable, direct conversations - all with the same goal - helping Wesley make it through the year successfully. We will be high-maintenance if that is what it takes for Wesley to feel some relief.
I am no good at confrontation, but when my baby cub is involved, I will go down to the mat and fight it out. I wish this road came with some kind of manual, because trying to figure out the best way to navigate is ridiculous and hard, hard, hard!
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I thought of you last night Pam and I am so glad you are blogging your journey. My heart aches for you and your family many days when I read your posts on FB. It's been 10 years since I lost my father in an auto accident and I continuing to learn that even though we may not know the reason why now, God truly does have a plan. You are a strong and amazing woman. I pray for you everyday Pam and I do hope that you find the peace you so deserve.
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