Perfectly loved

When my son died, many people with the best of

intentions lied to me. I was the perfect mom. My son

was the perfect son. He and I shared a perfect

relationship. Isn't that comforting?

Well, frankly for me, the answer is no.

I wasn't the perfect mom. I made a lot of mistakes. I

got angry. I was selfish at times. I was not the perfect

mom.

I was a normal one.

My son wasn't the perfect son. He made bad decisions

which impacted everyone who loved him as well as

himself. He got angry. He was selfish at times. He was

not the perfect son.

We did not share a perfect relationship. There is no 

such thing as perfect between imperfect people.

There are a lot of things I wish we had both done

differently. We did not have a perfect relationship.

We had a normal one.

I can find no comfort in lies I could never fully accept.

But I find much comfort in the truth.

We always loved each other.

~Susan Sek, Welcome to the Tribe, Sorry You're With Us