(From a Parent Who’s Been There)
I didn’t grow up thinking children’s books could hold grief.
But after my son’s dad died, I didn’t know what else to reach for.
We had these long, quiet stretches where he wouldn’t say anything. Not really. He’d just sit close. Fidget with something. Watch me like I might have an answer.
And I didn’t. Not then.
So we started reading. Not about grief at first — just anything. But eventually, I found stories that matched the shape of what we were feeling. Books that didn’t promise it would all be okay, but showed someone else struggling, too.
And that’s when he started talking.
Kids don’t always tell us how they feel — not in words
They’ll show us, though. Through silence. Or sleep trouble. Or meltdowns that don’t make sense until you realize — oh. That wasn’t really about the toast being cut wrong.
Stories gave my son a different way to feel. Without having to explain it.
He could point to a character and say, “That’s me.” Or, “That’s like when Daddy…”
And just like that, we were inside the feeling with him. Not trying to fix it. Just being there.
Books say what we can’t
There are moments as a parent when your whole job is to sit beside your child while they hurt. And that feels impossible. Especially when you’re grieving too.
But a book — a book can speak into that silence.
It doesn’t get tired. It doesn’t flinch. It doesn’t need the perfect words.
It just shows up. And sometimes that’s exactly what we need.
Sometimes reading is just being near each other
There were days we didn’t talk at all. I’d open a book, and he’d crawl into my lap. No questions, no conversation. Just closeness.
I think sometimes kids need that more than anything — the chance to feel safe, side by side, without having to explain a thing.
Books gave us that space. No pressure. Just presence.
Stories don’t push. They invite.
We didn’t use reading time to “talk about feelings.” It just happened.
While turning pages. While tracing pictures. While my son asked questions I didn’t always have answers for.
You don’t have to lead the conversation. The story does that.
All you have to do is show up.
Some books offer tools — real ones
Not advice. Not lectures. But simple things a child can do when the feelings get too heavy.
Draw a picture. Make a memory box. Light a candle.
Keep a photo near your bed.
Say their name out loud.
Seeing these small acts inside a story helped my son understand that grief isn’t something to hide. It’s something we can carry together.
A few books I’ve come to love
These are the ones we read — or I found later, and wish I’d had sooner. They inspired me to write my own children’s book, I’m Small But I Lost Someone Big, as a way to help other kids like my son begin to make sense of loss.
- The Invisible String by Patrice Karst
The first book that helped us talk about connection after loss. - The Rabbit Listened by Cori Doerrfeld
No fixes. No advice. Just presence. That meant more than I can explain. - Why Do I Feel So Sad? by Tracy Lambert-Prater
Explains hard emotions in ways kids can actually absorb. - A Sky of Diamonds by Camille Gibbs
A story about a girl who lost her mom to suicide. It’s tender and brave.
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Books didn’t save us. That’s not what they’re for.
But they helped us sit still inside the hard stuff.
They gave my son a way to name the unnamable — and gave me permission to stop trying to be strong all the time.
That was enough.
