healing a broken heart
is hard. i not quite sure i how i ever healed my broken hearts and i surely don’t know how to heal another’s. especially when it is my daughters.
today i saw her broken heart as she looked for her good friend to say one last goodbye. C moved here with her parents over the summer and she and dani met at the beginning of the school year. she and C became fast, good friends. they had almost all their classes together and spent many hours chatting on line. tomorrow night, C boards a plane to move back to Indonesia with her family. dani has tried so hard to have a stiff upper lip about it but today as she approached the car, her lip was trembling and i could see the sadness on her face and as we pulled into the driveway and she fought back the tears with everything she had, i saw the broken heart. and i wanted to cry for her.
i know C moving won’t be the end of their friendship. i know they have a strong enough bond to keep in touch – thank goodness for AIM! i know this isn’t her first heartbreak and it won’t be her last but that doesn’t make it any easier.
I know that it’s hard. Sam was heart broken when her big sister moved away…
what they don’t realize is that these are life lessons… what i hate is the hurt that we, as parents, endure watching them learn…