My greatest hardship by a wide margin. To do nothing
There is a lovely anecdote about the mechanics driving the relationship between a parent and his offsprings; at first, parents are main characters staring in all their child’s episodes. Followed by a second stage when parents are merely episodic characters, with no more a punch-line pe sequence. Ending with parents being sent to the back seats of the hall. Rumour has it these are painful transitions and parents adjust with great effort to them. To me, as my kid is facing more adversity and challenges, the greatest hardship was for me to do nothing. Stand down when he had a fight at the playground (one he could handle and which was not assymetrical), while he had his little heart broken, while he tried to fit in or please, or while he failed. Instincts kicked in like a m@ther f@cker, and I could sense a roar surface. I also needed to remind myself that, as much as it hurt him and double the amount it hurt me, there are moments in a boy’s life where he should be left to face ...