The second grader struggled with grief; School supported him

The passage of my mother was completely unexpected. After beating the breast cancer twice, almost 20 years ago, our family was behind him and lasted a long life ahead.

This dream is the same week in July 2023, when I was diagnosed with Özofage cancer, its only grandson 7^th Birthday.

It was very close to my son

My mother was my best friend. He has a close connection with all the children – my older brother, my sister and I. When my son formed the same garden, there was no surprise.

From the moment he was born, it was his pride and joy. He even asked the doctor if he could catch him before I could even catch myself. Like the family of the family, I was perfect with the passage of the torch to the child and I could only hope that our relationship would love and support as soon as I shared our relationship with my mother.

I spent that summer on my mother’s side. Before my son walked away for a break, I told him that some people with cancer and some people with this disease could look a little different when he saw him again and again. When we met again, he said he did not see any difference in the appearance of Nana and he always looked as pretty as it was.

The school was such a concept

August came and the school started. I had to serve the second year of my son’s school as the family ambassador, but I had to reject and warn him with his principle in connection with the condition of my mother. Incredibly understood and said he would pray to me. During the pickups, he often asked how my mother was treated and offered good wishes.

I also informed the second-class teacher in my son. He was both sympathetic and suggested to help in any way.

September was a mixture of hospital visits because his mother’s health decreases. Walks were long, an hour and a half. Finally, he was admitted to ICU and was placed in a ventilator. In the first week of October, his mother lost her mother 25 years ago, my mother died and was besieged by the family.

As expected, we all took very hard on very hard. This was the first experience of being his first experience, because it was especially difficult for my son. During the week I decided to leave school a week to spend time with funeral arrangements and family.

Its main goal has reached his condolences immediately. He will support my son, and at the same time, this difficulty and supported me. His kindness was a source of strength and brought a lot of needy.

My teacher gave him a place to grieve

When I returned to school, my son inspected my teacher with me regularly. It is obviously missing his grandmother and in a few days, he gave a place to process his feelings, let him calm time in a beanbag chair in the corner of the classroom.

I remember a parent-teacher call that shared innovations on his progress. News, who reported about care and perseverance, moved me to tears despite his sorrow. I will be grateful for your mercy forever, and I will take place for me to make a place to cry on the phone. He shared his experiences, and I would continue to watch my son and continue to help if necessary.

It was almost a year and a half as we lost my mother and I have a third-class student. There are happier days than those who are sad, but the waves of grief sometimes still overwhelm us. When my son expressed his sorrow, we received the same concept of the third grade teacher who refreshed me. In more difficult days, he takes the notes I wrote for the lunch box and lent the table, and he still knows that I have my love and support, he leans on his desk.

Sadness is tough. Parenthood is even harder while sad. When my son goes to school, it feels a little light without knowing that this amazing women, who cares real and deep.