Being a widowed parent is definitely its’ own type of parenting.
First there are all the difficult questions I have to answer.
“Why is my Daddy in Heaven?
“How come I don’t have a Daddy here?”
“How come my friends have Daddies and I don’t?’
And then come the questions from my daughters preschool friends which are trickier to answer because I am aware that not all families follow the same belief system I do (which is somewhere between “Lasped Catholicism”and Agnostic with some Buddhist tendencies mixed in). Most of her friends ask questions that are innocent enough though one classmate asked me about her absent father in a very accusatory tone.
Then there is the feeling of being inadequate and overcompensating.
Like I am not enough for her.
My daughter started out life with two whole parents.
And now my daughter is left with one parent.
One parent who…
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