This post is for all the bereaved parents who wonder why the things that used to be easy are so. very. hard. now.
I kind of understood that the twelve months of “firsts” after Dominic left us would be difficult and draining. But I thought that having survived THOSE I’d be better equipped to do it again.
I was wrong.
Not only were milestone days and holidays just as hard, even everyday chores could be a challenge.
What used to be molehills were mighty mountains and I wasn’t in any shape to scale them.❤
There’s a saying in the South, “You’re making a mountain out of a mole hill”.
It’s supposed knock sense into someone who is overreacting to a small and easily resolved problem. Most of the time it works-stepping back and gaining perspective is a good thing.
But I find that this side of Dominic’s leaving, many, many things that were mole hills before are MOUNTAINS now. Because my faith in my own ability to handle things has become so very small, nearly any challenge feels like a never-ending ascent up the mountain.
Read the rest here: Mountains and Mole Hills