Sometimes, I wonder if this is just how it’s meant to be. Dream mothers don’t exist
AS I raise you, I’m way too aware of the impact I have on your future. This is because I’m a therapist. Most of my day I meet with adults who talk about their childhood wounds. I help them heal the wounded child living within them.
This is the work I’ve done for myself and yearn to help my clients succeed in. I know what it means to create and develop securely attached children, and I help people’s inner children to attach in healthy ways, something their brains couldn’t enable them to do without blaming their parents, which achieves the opposite of true healing. In my office, I’m present, calm, and compassionate (most of the time).
Then I come home and start my day with you, my darling children. I enter the house with all the knowledge of what it takes to make you feel safe. I know what my clients told me hurt. I hear about the pain of being unseen, unimportant, not heard, not held, and the long-lasting imprint this leaves on the heart.
I want nothing more than to give you so much love and spare you from suffering all those wounds. Yet day in and day out, I struggle to implement all that I know to be true.
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