Yesterday was a rare quiet day. A day that showed how bone tired we all are. And Peanut said, "here Mom! I wrote you a story!" Then she giggled and ran away.
Once opon a time ther was a monster named Princess. She scard evreone but my wonderful mom her name is Captin beautiful mom. She alwes saves everone from the monster. People been screaming intil the superhero came. She tried to scar off the hunge monster but the monster just had a fit . Boom wack boom so mom thought and thought intill she said, "I know somthing!!" She went to the monster and said "why are you scaring thies people." The monster said "row!" That means I do not know. The super herow said, "you should not scary those people!" The very next day the monster got mad. She started to scare everone so mom came out and scared the monster away and the monster never came back. The end.
Needless to say, it was not what I had been expecting to read.
I'm relieved in the midst of this that Peanut sees me as her protector. Not to mention my superhero name is flattering. But I'm unnerved at her clarity that her sister, her older sister, the sister who should be guiding her and braiding her hair and whispering and giggling with her is someone she needs protection from.
I don't have one traumatized child anymore. I have a traumatized family.
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I am so, so glad to see your post - though we don't know each other, I've missed reading your thoughts and am so touched by your honesty in the midst of chaos. I grew up with an older sister who was sometimes very bully-ish, and against whom I wanted protection. God is still using her presence in my life, and the memories of growing up with her, in ways I don't fully understand. I know that against every parenting instinct I feel, I have to allow my own children to suffer -- but Ohhh is it hard! I do not understand Him. But I know He is good. I'm praying that Peanut will know that, too -- even as she works through traumatic memories when she's older.
ReplyDeleteMy mom and I were just talking about you today -- wondering how you and your precious family is doing. I totally understand that blogging cannot always be part of your day, your month, your life--but know that although we've never met, I still think about you and pray for you and all your kids!
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