“No mom is perfect– we all do our best.” Tweeted Rosie O’Donnell.
I may disagree with Rosie O’Donnell on just about everything…but when it comes to this– I’ve got her back.
Rosie made the terrifying call to police that no parent ever wants to make– her 17-year-old went missing and in desperation she had no where else to turn but to the authorities. According to news sources, Rosie’s daughter, who is in need of medical attention and supervision, had left home with her therapy dog. Terrified, she not only had to deal with the unknown of her beloved child but with media hype and criticism. Dear Lord what a mess of a sickening feeling and situation.
That pit of despair our stomachs turn into when we realize we are at the mall and junior is no longer next to us. We see a suspicious looking stranger emerge from a bathroom where our child just left. We nab our son out of the way from an oncoming truck as he stumbled off the sidewalk. We pull our toddler out of the pool she fell into as we were standing right next to her.
Rosie…Rosie…my sister in motherhood…nothing prepared us for this did it?
No one told us how much we could love someone.
No one warned us of the incredible pain we would feel when our children hurt, make poor choices, believe incredible lies about themselves or the world around them.
No one comes running with a “Here’s How To Fix It” manual when our child is struggling and delving deeper into a path that will bring them destruction.
“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men…” From that Humpty Dumpty fairy tale seem unable to put our families back together again. Back together the way it was when we would simply push them in a stroller to the park and enjoy the wind and sun on their faces as they sat in a swing. Back when a meltdown was simple enough to fix with a nap. Back when the biggest heartbreak was losing Elmo.
And we are all…doing our very best. I’m sorry for the terrifying week you’ve had made only worse by criticizing onlookers who’ve never yet had the intense pleasure that loving a child can bring coupled with the unbelievable pressure raising a child inevitably arouses. Those poor souls have never loved valiantly enough to suffer such heartbreak as you and I have. Motherhood– is wonderfully tough, belovedly challenging, inherently overwhelming. I’m praying for you and your family, my friend. I am sorry for your heartbreak and what incredible fears you must be facing, but my family and I will continue to bring you and yours before the throne of the One who heals hearts and families. Even though we may not know each other personally, I know the love and fear you are facing, and you have the prayers of thousands of parents all across this country facing similar situations with their teens praying with and for you. You never walk this road of parenting alone. We are fighting in the trenches right alongside of you.