I am the proud mother of a 6 year old little girl who is one of the bravest children I have ever met. She was 4 when her Dad passed away – a cancer related illness. A few months later, her 5th birthday came around and as much as I tried to give her a happy day – a theme park – we both knew that it wasn’t the same without her Dad. Then our first Christmas came along and we went away to a resort. Our families are either interstate or overseas and I really wanted our 1st Christmas without my partner, without her Dad, away and just the two of us. It was the right decision because we could just be us – we could cry if wanted to, talk about her Daddy if she needed to without making anyone else feeling sad and bringing down the happy mood that Christmas is supposed to be. We made it our Christmas we’re we could laugh and cry and smile and frown and be angry without recrimination or being judged. If we wanted to go out we could and if we wanted to stay in, we did.
After Christmas, her first year at school started – Prep – and she went to school. I won’t lie and say that her 1st term wasn’t a struggle, but you know what, she persevered and she had great teachers and school staff who understood the situation and gave her space when she needed it and support, so much support for the both of us.
But it was during that time that I realised, that I had to make a choice – going back to work full time purely for the financial reason, knowing that everything in our lives had changed and it would never ever be the same, or being there for my little girl. In the end, it was the simplest decision I have ever made and I resigned and started volunteering at her school and in her class. Financially, it hasn’t been the greatest move but money doesn’t buy you happiness, we get by and we don’t want for anything.
And through it all, my little girl has held my hand, stood beside me and shown maturity and courage far beyond her years but how she thrived when I dropped her off at school and was there in the afternoon to pick her up on the bell. Her teachers noticed the difference – she started smiling more, laughing, not spending as much time on her own reading and she was learning something new everyday. She also started making friends – seeing her hug a friend at school when she sees them first thing in the morning, is just the most heartwarming sight. Nowadays she sings to herself, smiles and laughs out loud – and for that, I am truly grateful. I am lucky – she had the best Dad in the world and she spent her formative years, those important years, with both of her parents raising her together.
Really, my brave little girl inherited her bravery, her courage and her fighting spirit from her Dad. And I love her so much.
A very lucky mum.
Posted by chezj, 23rd April 2013