Our children; we hold them close in our hearts and want to do and give them everything they want and need. We love them unconditionally and as parents we know that life can throw down it's best and worst at us. There are certain expectations of respecting and honoring boundaries and that sometimes we just can't have or attain what we want most, but the love never stops. It is always there, the layer of invisible glue that holds it all together, keeps things from completely falling apart when life becomes unbearable.
Over the weekend our youngest daughter decided that she no longer wanted to be a part of our family an (the one in the blue sweater; Megan. She is 18 so she gets to have that choice). She wants no contact with us. It is a long story. I won't share it here. The circumstances surrounding the situation are devastating and painful leaving us very confused and hurt. We have done our best but we've been told that it's not good enough. Our love is inadequate and not enough. We are flawed and imperfect.
Where my heart felt full, the place and the people I hold precious and closest to my heart, are my girls and husband. Our home was my nest and now my nest is missing her youngest chick and my heart has cracked open and everything that I trusted to be good and true is shattered and falling apart. The emptiness and the pain is so wide and deep I don't know how to fill the void and gaping hole where a daughter should be. Megan if you read this. We LOVE you. Please come home.