A Short Story About Love

Here is the story.

The father loves his boy very much.  He loves him so much that he wants him to have all the good things in life:  academic success, friends, good health, success in a sport, passionate interests, everything.  He just wants his boy to be happy, because he loves him so much.  So the father vows to help his boy be happy and successful; this is a loving father’s job, isn’t it?  Of course.

The boy loves his father very much and wants desperately to please him.  But he wonders if he can be good enough.  The more the loving father tries to help, the more doubtful the boy becomes.   He is very sad, thinking he is failing his father and himself.

Eventually the boy is brave enough to tell someone that he is so sad that he is thinking about suicide, or, he says, maybe going away somewhere “to be fixed.” 

The father is devastated to learn that his boy is suffering in such a way.  He struggles to understand, but it is difficult.  He finds someone to help, and medication is prescribed.

The father wonders why loving his boy enough to willingly do everything possible to help him succeed in life is not enough.

The boy wonders why being himself is not enough, why the father wants everything about him to be different, better.

No one is wrong in this story, and the ending is yet to be written.  Hopefully, loving and counseling will lead to understanding, and understanding will lead to healing.  It could be a long and arduous  journey, but one that moves toward acceptance for both the boy and the loving father.

Let us be hopeful.

Amen.

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2 Responses to “A Short Story About Love”

  1. I, Rodius on November 29th, 2009 at 6:31 pm

    Hmm. I’m pretty sure I’m not the boy or the father. I wonder who is. It makes me sad that connections are so fleeting and misunderstanding is so easy.

  2. Me on December 2nd, 2009 at 4:34 pm

    What a wonderful story. Especially the part about how no one is wrong in the story.

    It is sad that neither of them understands, but that is often the case. The power of the story to me is that connections aren’t fleeting and the strength that both father and child have. If they weren’t connected the boy would have never confided in the father. That strength of the boy to tell his father, the strength of the father to listen to such hard words is powerful. It doesn’t fix anything, but it can be start.