Do You Have A Parent Wound?
Sunday was Father’s Day—and while many fathers were deservedly celebrated, I’m also aware not everyone has cause for celebration, or even a father to celebrate with. In our home, this day carries a mix of joy and sorrow.
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Sunday was Father’s Day—and while many fathers were deservedly celebrated, I’m also aware not everyone has cause for celebration, or even a father to celebrate with. In our home, this day carries a mix of joy and sorrow.
Last week, after a big Costco run, I pushed my overflowing cart down the wrong parking lot aisle. I spotted my car one row over and—trying to avoid walking all the way around—I thought, “I bet if I’m really carefu,l I can get my cart between these two parked cars.”
On May 29th of last year, I (Amy) received the kind of news that stops time: “Invasive duct carcinoma.” Breast cancer. I was on a break during my nursing shift at the hospital. I figured I’d save myself a trip and get my biopsy screening results while I was already there.
Let’s get real for a moment: What kind of sex education did you get growing up? For me (Marc), it was… uncomfortable and incomplete. My parents were too embarrassed to talk about sex—something I now realize reflected their own struggles.