When I wrote this post I didn’t expect to find this post quite so hard to write. As it is, it has taken me many weeks to complete and emotionally exhausted me. A topic so huge that even in my living in the depths of it, it is difficult to do the message justice. But despite it having been difficult to write I persevered because raising awareness is so important.
Parents come from all walks of life with all sorts of experiences. Even those with similar experiences have their own path, no two families are exactly the same. It dawns on me often how special that really is; my little family is a unique fingerprint in this world, carved by who we are and who our children are. So what kind of parents are we?
Our first experience of parenthood was bereavement. The short story goes a little like this.