The second grade student struggled with sadness. His school supported him
My mother’s death was completely unexpected. After overcoming breast cancer twice, nearly 20 years ago, our family was convinced that the days of her suffering were behind and that she was living a long life.
This dream crashed in July 2023 when she received a diagnosis of esophageal cancer in the same week as her only grandson 7Y birthday.
She was very close to my son
My mom was my dear friends. She had a close relationship with all her children – my older brother, my sister, and me. It was not a surprise when I formed the same bond with my son.
The author and her mother were very close.
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From the moment he was born, her pride and joy was. She even asked the doctor if he could keep it before I had the opportunity to carry it myself. As a family child, I was completely fine with the torch passing to my child, and I hope our relationship will be love and support like those that I shared with my mother.
I spent that summer next to my mom. Before my son returned from being away from the break, I taught him about cancer and how some people with this disease could die and explain that Nana may seem different from her when he saw her again. When he gathered them, he said he had not seen any difference in Nana’s appearance and that she looked beautiful as she always did.
His school was very understanding
August arrived, and the school started. I was supposed to work in the second year as the head of the family at my son’s school, but because of my mother’s condition, I had to refuse and notify his manager. She was incredibly understood and told me that she would pray for us. During the capacities, I often asked how my mom was doing and offered good desires.
I also informed my son’s second grade teacher about our situation. She was also sympathetic and offered help in any way possible.
September was obliterating hospital visits with the refusal of my mother’s health. The trips were long, an hour and a half in each direction. In the end, it was accepted in the intensive care unit and placed on the artificial respiration system. In the first week of October, in the same week that her mother was lost due to cancer 25 years ago, my mother died and surrounded by the family.
We all took the loss so much, as expected. It was especially difficult for my son, because this was his first experience with a close loss. I decided to get it out of school for the week to focus on taking the funeral arrangements and spending time with the family.
His manager immediately continued to offer her condolences. She reassured me that she would support my son, but she extended this support to me as well, which provides comfort during this difficult time. Her kindness was a source of strength and brought a consolation that was needed.
A teacher gave him a space for sadness
When he returned to school, my son teacher registered regularly. She publicly expressed the loss of his grandmother, and in several days, he gave him a space to treat his emotions, which allowed him a calm time on the cloth chair in the corner of the semester.
I remember the invitation of one of the parents and the teacher in which the updates participated in his progress. The news I presented about his flexibility and perseverance, despite his grief, moved me to crying. I will be grateful forever for her sympathy and give me the space to cry on the phone with her. She shared her own experiences, assuring me that I was not alone and that she would continue to monitor my son and help as need.
Almost a year and a half has passed since we lost my mother, and I have now a third -grade student. There are more happy days than that sad, but sadness waves are still disrupted us sometimes. We have received the same understanding from the third grade teacher, who keeps me aware when my son expresses his grief. On difficult days, I take the notes I write for his lunch box and condition it on his office, ensuring that he always knows my love and support.
Sadness is difficult. Parents and motherhood while sadness is more difficult. But the burden feels lighter, knowing that when my son goes to school, he is surrounded by these wonderful women who honestly and deeply care about him.