“Dear Bright Side Team,
I never thought being a grandmother would be such a heartbreak. When my daughter announced her pregnancy, I cried with joy. I spent weeks knitting little socks, stocking the refrigerator with meals, and waiting for the moment when I would finally hold this little life in my arms.
But when I visited her in the hospital, I felt something. She seemed nervous the whole time. When she reached the child, she turned gently and said: Mom, not yet. I’m not comfortable with that.
I thought maybe she was just tired. But when I tried again later, she said soThe words that still resonate in my mind:
“You’re so clumsy, mom.” I can’t risk dropping it.
For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. I know there have been moments, I broke a glass once while helping her unpack, and I laughed at the time. But this time, it wasn’t funny.
I went home that night and sat in the dark, reminiscing — the nights I’d hold her while she had a fever, and the mornings I’d walk her to school with her backpack bouncing on my leg. She trusted me with her whole life at that time. Now, she doesn’t trust me with her baby for one minute.
My husband tells me to give her space, it’s just “new mom nerves.” Maybe he was right. But it’s as if a wall came down overnight, and I’m standing on the wrong side of it – holding nothing but love and empty arms.
Sometimes I wonder if this is what motherhood will ultimately become — not losing your children, but being slowly asked to give up the parts of you that you thought you would always have.
“Sofia”
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