Who Is Caitlin's Star Really For?

 


For years as a Learning & Development professional my motto was "Know your Audience". I wouldn't design a Managing the Technical Professional course for people who weren't managing technical professionals.

In that vein I've struggled with my audience for Caitlin's Star. I wrote the book for a child experiencing a loss so I assumed that my audience would be children. Lately, my audience is changing.  

I've found that it’s often the adults who are most moved by the story. Parents. Grandparents. Caregivers. The ones who are trying to find the right words and sometimes don’t know where to begin.
 
When I read the story in small groups, children listen.
But it’s the adults who reflect, who share, and who carry the meaning with them when they leave.
 
And I’ve come to realize something:
Caitlin’s Star was written for children,
but it was created for the adults who love them—and who are looking for a way to talk about loss.
 
So moving forward, that’s how I’ll be sharing it.
Not just as a story for children but as one tool that may help families have one of life’s hardest conversations.
 
If you’ve read Caitlin’s Star with a child—or even just for yourself—I’d love to hear what it meant to you.

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