My teenage daughter has hit yet another (inevitable) stumbling block in her young adult career. First (real, true love)Break-Up.
It sucks. And it sucks to be her mother watching her go through this heartache and not be able to make it all better.
Except laugh. (Yes, I’m one of those moms.)
“They make Lifetime movies about people like me!” she wailed.
Thank goodness her head was buried in a pillow and she couldn’t see my face. I was biting back a smile.
You mean the one about the teenage girl raising her half siblings because her drug addicted mom was in jail?
Or the one about the good kid turned porn addict?
Nope. (Thank God.)
Or what about the one about the cougar-she-devil who seduces her stepson who kills his dad to have creepy stepmom all to himself?
Ewwwww and a firm no.
Then there’s the upcoming movie about the woman who thinks her husband has been unfaithful so she hires a private investigator to prove it and the P.I. falls in love with her so he fakes that the husband is having an affair to win her over.
(Honestly. I couldn’t make this stuff up.)
No, sweetheart. I hate to tell you this. Your life, as unique as it is, is so similar to the millions of other lives out there. We have heartache. We have pain. We have suffering.
Some of us push through it better than others. Some of us wallow.
But we are all walking Lifetime movies of our very own.
And hopefully, yours will never be produced for television.
(Hugs, hugs, kisses and hugs, sweet girl. I am hurting for you. Right now, everything is raw and horrible. Empty. And oh-so-difficult. But like the beautiful moments we should treasure and cherish; this, too, shall pass.)