Life as a Widower

A young widowed father opening up about living with loss

only human

Jackson’s first school year flew by despite it being so hard at the start. Waving him off on his first day felt like another small bereavement – or at the very least evocative of moments of our major loss. Whichever comparison I draw, I was certainly left feeling bereft for some time afterwards.

Fast-forward to ten months later and I feel completely differently about it. We’ve found our rhythm and I now have a confident child who can just about read and write, and who has gone from loving playing quietly with trains in the corner to wanting to fight constantly with his newfound superhero powers. He’s brilliant company: funny, inquisitive, honest and incredibly open. It makes me proud to see how far he has come.

Raising kids is never a complete task, though. One minute you might think you’ve made it and the next there’s a whole new challenge. Last week that challenge was his school sports day. He’s only five, so how competitive could it possibly be? I wondered. Well it transpires that while the day itself might not be, my son is. This took me by surprise because I have never been that bothered about winning or losing – but according to his maternal grandmother, Jackson’s mother was.

The tears and tantrums started almost immediately. Two boys in his class beat him in the first race, and as a result his sports day had dramatically ended before it had even barely begun.

The over-analysis kicked in straightaway: It’s because there are so many mums here, I concluded. He’s not upset about the race at all, it’s just his excuse to cry about how he really feels. He can’t enjoy himself like the other kids because of what he’s been through. Look at how my torture never stops, I thought as I acknowledged everything going through my head, so why would his?

Once he had calmed down we talked briefly.

‘Jackson,’ I began, ‘you can’t win a race if you focus all your attention on looking around to see where everyone else is in it. You need to keep your eye on the finishline and your energy in your legs. If you win, then great, if you don’t then you’ll get another go anyway. This is just the start.’

He came first in his final race and he was overjoyed. I was happy for him too, but I was also distracted by what had been going through my head when he was upset.

Before we got to the park, I had gone to his school to help walk Jackson and his classmates there from the playground. They were all paired up hand-in-hand with their little pals. I could see adoration in the eyes of the little girl he was buddied-up with.

‘Jackson’s in the blue team,’ she told me pointing at the colour of his shirt, which she clearly admired, ‘his top is very smart.’

‘Oh, yes,’ he pretended to agree, ‘I’m a real smarty-pants.’

She howled laughing as he sang a song about being a smarty-pants repeatedly.

He’s funny, I thought – kind and confident too. His classmates seems to really like him. It was the first time I’d really seen a window into his own little world – one that I miss out of every day while we’re apart.

Within just a few minutes, however, I’d already abandoned these positive thoughts for insecurity. As a result I felt a little sad with myself when he won that race. We might all want to be superheroes sometimes, I now realise, but we’re only ever human – and with our species comes a full spectrum of feelings and emotions.

That, I believe, is what makes life so hard at times and also such a joy at others. And it’s what makes parenting so challenging and so fulfilling, too – you just never know when you’re going to win or when you’re going to lose. But both winning and losing play important roles in making us who we are in life. And that’s the lesson that I really want to teach my son.

3 comments on “only human

  1. Raluca V.
    July 28, 2016

    I totally understand your insecurity and negative thoughts. My 6 years old son is constantly very nervous and hyperactive when kids with both parents are around; soon after he just crashes… My only explanation is that he misses his dead father and he desperately tries to get in contact with other dads, seeking for attention.

  2. David Kelly
    July 28, 2016

    At least he won’t have competitive Dad trying to thrash him at air hockey, Mario Kart, Monopoly or Scrabble 😉
    Now that you’re aware of his competitive streak and another metaphorical window has been opened to you in his personality, it’ll be interesting to see how you may now perceive that showing in his general behaviour.
    In my situation, my 10yo son is the one who’s doing the over-analysing / thinking about things. He’d always been a bit of a worrier and the recent death of his mum has kicked that into overdrive in some aspects of his day-to-day living. I’m trying to be a voice of sanity & reason in a period of insanity. It’s one of those challenging times in parenthood that you refer to, as well as being the most challenging of times in our individual lives so far.

  3. Margaret jack
    July 28, 2016

    Ben my husband died 7 month before Desreen
    My kids are now 23 & 27. You will always over analyse things regarding our kids because of what’s happened, I guess it’s the nature of the beast. I know you have more “first” than I’ve had because my two are older. I have bitter sweet ones now, moving into their first new home, getting engaged and the stomach churning wanting to vomit wedding day in two years time.
    We will read more into magnifi/things than we should, maybe thats a bad thing I don’t know but what I do know we’re doing the best we can & if we make mistake the so be it we’re only human not “super human”

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