How does the rhyme go,”Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

I beg to differ.

Over the last few weeks I have sat and held hands with grandparents who have faced a barrage of hateful words from family members. Bewildered and totally stripped of all self esteem. Often unable to respond as the tirade envelops them. Adult children hurling abuse at them.

We spend time trying to make sense of it all, and of course there is no sense in it.

Do these people care, that they have hurt others so badly, no I suppose they don’t.

Will they sit and talk in an adult way, to try and repair the damage?

No, they won’t.

I have said so many times before, being a parent is one of the hardest jobs in the world, we all make mistakes, and it seems that some adult children will make us pay for our mistakes forever.

I hope to goodness they don’t ever make mistakes.

When we sit and talk ¬†patterns emerge, such as ‘this all started to go wrong when a new partner was on the scene,’ or ‘when I was asked for more money and had to say there wasn’t anymore it started to go wrong,’ or ‘one sibling has always been jealous of the other,’

Whatever the reasons, the sort of behaviour that takes place is totally unacceptable.

As I am frequently told,” there is always 2 sides to every story.” Yes I know that, but what I witness still is unacceptable.

Whichever side you are on, I guarantee you will believe you are right.

What I am saying is, do you really want your hateful words to be responsible for someone to believe that their life is not worth living? Do you want that on your conscious?

 

Life is so short and precious, a gift we are all given, we were all children once, don’t leave it until tomorrow to put things right, tomorrow may not come.

Jane