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When love makes you wonder about the weight it carries

I was writing about how good we have it. A simple reflection. Nothing more. Then the thought turned inward and landed somewhere I didn’t expect. I started questioning whether the love I give my kids also makes life harder for them. Not because love is wrong. Not because I doubt it. But because their path will never look like the one I grew up imagining.

It hit me that they are walking into a life I can understand only from the outside. A life shaped by challenges I didn’t face. A rhythm I never learned. I can support them, guide them, stand close because I can’t step into their world fully. And when that realization settles, it brings a quiet ache. Not regret. Just the weight of knowing that love doesn’t guarantee an easier road. Sometimes it simply means you walk beside someone whose journey you can’t fully predict.

And then I thought about my grandparents. What would they have said? What would they have understood? Their world was narrower. Tougher in some ways. Simpler in others. I try to imagine them looking at my kids, seeing their differences, seeing their quirks, seeing the way they process life. Would they have accepted it? Questioned it? Feared it? Or maybe they would have done the same thing I’m doing: trying to make sense of a life that doesn’t fit the old templates.

It’s strange how quickly reflection moves from gratitude to something deeper. I wasn’t planning to explore this. It wasn’t meant to be heavy. But once you open the door to real thoughts, they don’t stay on the surface. They go down to where the worries live, where the hopes are raw, where the questions don’t have neat answers.

That’s the truth about parenting. You love as hard as you can and still wonder if you’re giving the right kind of support. You watch your kids grow into a world you can’t fully control. And you hope, quietly, stubbornly, that your love gives them strength rather than weight.

When was the last time a simple thought made you question the shape of your own heart?