I’ve spend 8+ years trying to find the perfect thing to say, asking myself what changed.
I, too, remember the trains and the Lego and the action figures and Matchbox cars.
I dread my son’s birthday because since he came out, I haven’t called him by any name. I can’t write it on a cake or sing the song, and it cuts to my core.
May6th is my son’s 37th birthday. I won’t contact him this year. I’ll let him think I am “dead and in my grave “as he wished me to be once in an email to me. But if I were to write him I’d send him something like this. However, I don’t think it would make a difference because he has already changed the past to suit his present reality, a reality which seems like Hell to me. My biggest regret is that he will have no children I will have no grandchildren and there isn’t much I can do about it. I have given up!
This brought tears to my eyes because I could've written it myself, other than my son is not in college anymore. You have expressed the truth so well of what we carry inside, 1. the desire to find just the right thing to say or do that will bring them back to reality and love for who they really are, 2. the wish we could go back and start over and not make the same mistakes. Thank-you for putting this all in words.
I can so relate! Especially the part about wanting to start over, fixing whatever mistakes we feel we surely must have made along the way to cause this to happen. Will we ever be able to stop blaming ourselves?
Btw, I have come to the realization that college is the worst place for our kids. It’s a bubble where everybody encourages the trans ideas.
Colleges are awful but I am not sure how much worse they are than anywhere else. The trans ideas are encouraged everywhere - the jobs, the churches and synagogues, volunteering organizations, even the military is not safe.
A precious gift... the day God gave you your son. So so sorry for the grief and the sorrow and all of this, may your heart hold onto the hope that you have in Christ Jesus, and may God bring your son back to you 🩵🙏💗
Beautifully written and so profoundly felt.
I’ve spend 8+ years trying to find the perfect thing to say, asking myself what changed.
I, too, remember the trains and the Lego and the action figures and Matchbox cars.
I dread my son’s birthday because since he came out, I haven’t called him by any name. I can’t write it on a cake or sing the song, and it cuts to my core.
I feel the pain you do. And I cry with you.
That photo looks like a napping fox with a detached tail — how awful and disturbing. What are we not seeing in that photo?
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Reminds me of my daughter; so heartbreaking, you took words right out of my mouth.
Thank you for sharing.
May6th is my son’s 37th birthday. I won’t contact him this year. I’ll let him think I am “dead and in my grave “as he wished me to be once in an email to me. But if I were to write him I’d send him something like this. However, I don’t think it would make a difference because he has already changed the past to suit his present reality, a reality which seems like Hell to me. My biggest regret is that he will have no children I will have no grandchildren and there isn’t much I can do about it. I have given up!
This brought tears to my eyes because I could've written it myself, other than my son is not in college anymore. You have expressed the truth so well of what we carry inside, 1. the desire to find just the right thing to say or do that will bring them back to reality and love for who they really are, 2. the wish we could go back and start over and not make the same mistakes. Thank-you for putting this all in words.
So beautifully said … I wish you all the best ❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻 I hope someday all of our special, beautiful, angels return to all of us
I can so relate! Especially the part about wanting to start over, fixing whatever mistakes we feel we surely must have made along the way to cause this to happen. Will we ever be able to stop blaming ourselves?
Btw, I have come to the realization that college is the worst place for our kids. It’s a bubble where everybody encourages the trans ideas.
Colleges are awful but I am not sure how much worse they are than anywhere else. The trans ideas are encouraged everywhere - the jobs, the churches and synagogues, volunteering organizations, even the military is not safe.
I find that in touring colleges with my teenager. The ideology is still strong on campuses.
A precious gift... the day God gave you your son. So so sorry for the grief and the sorrow and all of this, may your heart hold onto the hope that you have in Christ Jesus, and may God bring your son back to you 🩵🙏💗
Happy birthday to your son.