I live between two worlds, and both matter. There is parenting my children and parenting my grandchildren. The collision between the two comes fast and heavy. I have held both in sickness and sadness, joy and happiness. Though I never thought I would be where I am today, I am blessed to raise two beautiful grandchildren.
They both keep me going. Caught in the web of parental destruction, these children ease through like escape artists. My grandkids tend to rely on one another in ways other siblings never will. Shadows of unfair circumstances are illuminated by their grace and boldness. They both bless my life and teach me new wisdom daily.
I do all I can to guide them to love others where they are- a difficult task in the face of their loss and pain. Both of these kids handle things in their way and by their choice. I allow the space of freedom in both of their lives- freedom to grieve, be angry, remain distant, speak or not speak, and love in a way that affirms their boundaries and comfort level.
I wish I understood why all has happened as it did, but there are no real answers. All I can do is parent a child in addiction while simultaneously parenting her children through her addiction. It is not easy, but we are doing well.
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