The older women at my church love to tell me the stories of how they or their mothers didn’t remarry until their children graduated from high school. Besides, I know how serious marriage is and what it takes to keep it together, especially during the tough times. ” As I reflect on the woman I’ve become after surviving such a devastating blow, what man wouldn’t want me with all of this? Lauren Jones is an Itinerant Elder in the African Methodist Episcopal Church (AME) and serves in the Washington, DC metropolitan area. By Debra Nussbaum Cohen in My Loss, Personal Essays When I long to pick up the phone — and share my joys and my struggles — I only want to speak to Mom.
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The loss of a parent brings about emptiness for children which never seems to go away, whether they are still young or are adults already.
Reassure your kids that at this stage you are simply looking for enjoyable companionship and they will be the first to know if you meet someone special.
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At these times, it is up to you to reassure them that as your children, they will always remain your number one priority.
By affirming your own personal commitment to your kids, you will go a long way in assuaging their insecurity and fears of abandonment and create groundwork for a healthy give and take.
They might have got so used to weekly shopping sprees with Mum or going fishing and golfing with Dad that they fear the prospect of someone else supplanting them in their parents’ affections.
In such cases, the only thing for you to do is to reassure them that there is no splitting of affections on your part but merely a widening of circle in which there are more people to love and receive love from.
And as a result, I have arrived at a place where I’m comfortable acknowledging that I again need male companionship, that I’m ready for some conversation that doesn’t involve the characters on “Sesame Street.” Having been raised by a single mother, I’m familiar with some of the cardinal dating rules. Don’t introduce him to the children until it is serious. Will I find a man who loves me — stretch marks and all — and who loves my children? I have no plans to put our wedding album or video into storage.
I worry about whether another man will be able to handle that. My son is too young to remember his father, and my daughter has never known what it’s like to have a daddy.
Most of all, I worry about the impact dating will have on my young children. Would a life of loneliness and sexual frustration make me a more honorable widow? But as I look back on the joy I shared with my husband during our three short years of marriage — the late-night talks, dinner dates in Georgetown, trips to the John F. I gave birth to two beautiful children and am modeling to them hope in the face of adversity. Some lucky man will have the privilege of shaping these young lives.