See, when you experience a loss, it is what it is to you.
You feel what you feel. But you also want to be able to feel that and, when you
have children, you have to hide and cry in locked bathrooms or closets. It’s
weird. And wrong. And it makes me angry. It makes me feel like a child myself,
frankly. I want to stomp my foot and shout “This is NOT FAIR!” I may have done
that. I’m okay with it.
So back to the thing, you know, where I’m saying “Hey, you
have to grieve the same way that I do!” What I mean by that is I want people,
even children, to grieve in some way.
It doesn’t have to be the exact same way
as me but it should be something.
I think hiding “bad” feelings (which I’m going to go ahead and
call “normal” feelings) is not a good idea. Not for either type of child
mentioned above. Therefore, when they ask about the door that I ripped off the
hinges, I’ll tell them I was grieving. Kidding. No, I’m not. Really. I’ll tell
you that story another time. It’s funny. And true. And all me.