We are born into a specific era and time, with certain beliefs on what our lives should be, shaped by that specific society with its norms and rules.
After the “storm en drang” of teenage years we settle into the family life, white picket fence, house with flowering gardens and (hopefully) love and prosperity to the end of our lives.
As the family matures with each passing year, and you as a parent see your offspring grow and flourish under your guidance and support, the inevitable day arrives when you are faced with the empty-nest syndrome.
One morning you wake up to the silence around you, and the pain of loss hits with hammer beats against your soul. With a frown you wonder when last Peter and Susan called you or even make an effort to visit you.
But as parents we feel the first move must come from us, so with a beating heart you call, just to be told: “Mom, I am really busy; work and the kids are a lot to deal with every day. I’ll call you some time, okay?”
And with a click the call is ended and you are shrouded in silence again. To all those Peters and Susans in the world, just remember this when your children are grown up and living their own lives: parents do cry.
