Updated: 4 days ago
It’s that time of year where our social media is inundated with proud parent posts celebrating the big achievements of their offspring – photos filled with smiling kids holding trophies and certificates. I share in the happiness of my friends, congratulating those children who have worked hard to achieve their well-deserved public acclaim.
But another part of me, deep down, feels a morsel of grief
It’s not an emotion that we tend to discuss with others, perhaps for fear of being misunderstood (or is there a chance I’m the only person in the world who feels this?).
That little sad place in me thinks of one of my children – a talented, gorgeous, creative soul, who has struggled with crippling depression since primary school (a vocational hazard for creatively inclined people I feel). This has led to periods of homeschooling, to keep my daughter safe while we work together learning strategies to make these times easier.
I think of my other beautiful girl, a compassionate, oh-so-sensitive, wickedly funny lady, who wrestles with the stress and anxiety from the ups and downs of home life.
I wish I could celebrate with the world the achievements of my girls – watching the light come back in her eyes, more 9 out of 10 days than ever before, the joy of focusing on her strengths and her bravery in reaching out to meet her tribe. A year worth celebrating.
And my littlest one – despite her fears, her tears, her anxiety, she turns up to school, she laughs and makes others laugh. She is coming into her own, finding her voice and has just discovered the joy of being on the stage, under the lights, listening to the cheers of the audience. A year worth celebrating.
So, for ALL our children out there – I celebrate with you for those big and little wins:
To the child whose life has irreversibly changed this year - they play with their mates, they’re a little bit mischievous, they have kept going, despite the pain in their heart – a strength of character that deserves to be recognized and celebrated.