Just have to tell you how proud I am of my kids! I know that I’m no different than any other parent out there. We’re all proud! I’ve decided to voice my feelings and the next four days will be dedicated to each of my kids. I want it to be recorded for the world to see and hear how much I love them! Maybe this is something they need to hear in case I’ve somehow not gotten it across to them already. Even if I have, we all need to be reminded of these things.
As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, “Let the Future Begin”, I’m going through a recovery group for victims of domestic violence and abuse. Of course, we do a lot of digging around in the dirty muck of the past in this group. It’s not a pleasant experience, to say the least, but I know the end result will be worth it all. My past rape and abuse had a very profound effect on me, so naturally it would have an effect on my children as they were growing up. Without going into all the details of that right now, in the next few days, I will tell you a little about how it affected my children.
Today, we celebrate my firstborn son who is about to have his 36th birthday. I’ll call him “M”. I remember when he was born and that overwhelming love that I felt for the first time in my life. I couldn’t believe that it was possible to even feel an emotion so intensely. I remember not really liking what I felt, as I knew how vulnerable it made me. When you love that much, there is the risk of hurting that much and I surely didn’t want to hurt that much.
“M” was born at 9 lbs. 10 oz., by emergency C-section. This was years ago when they put you under for a c-section, so my first memories are a little fuzzy, but I’ll never forget when they brought him to me for the first time. The nurse laid him close to my face so my cheek touched his cheek. I’ll never forget how wonderful that felt.
This morning I’m envisioning him as that little, almost 2 year old boy I loved waking up to every morning. I was a single mom at this point. I’d wake up to see his wide eyed grin and hear his little giggle. He had crawled out of his crib again. There was no stopping this kid. He rolled over from the day he was born. When he was six months old, we lived in an upstairs apartment, so we had to have a gate to guard the steps. One day he was crawling around and I heard a little laugh at the bottom of the steps. It was “M”. He’d managed to wiggle himself under the gate and crawl down the steps backwards, at six months old. Yes, it really did happen!
“M” was hungry when he woke up. He’d go to the refrigerator and get whatever food he was in the mood for and lay it on the pillow beside me. It might be a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon or his favorite popsicle. I remember trying to get ready for my day and he would want to read. His favorite book was “Fredrick’s Alligator”. He had that book memorized and he would read it to me, daily and often. I’ll always remember that book.
This morning I’m envisioning that sweet baby boy covered in white. All that surrounded him was covered in white. Gooey greasy white! Gooey greasy white that is very difficult to get off. To all Desitin diaper cream users, if you’re smarter than I was, you’ll keep that stuff far out of reach from your kids.
My oldest was abused by his father. You may have heard it said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Even though he couldn’t possibly understand what was happening to him at that time, I think what my son experienced helped to develop something good in him. It helped to develop determination, drive and made him a fighter.
I remember one occasion when I was at work and someone was supposed to be watching him. “M” was four years old at the time. His little sister was two. He wanted something and he wanted it bad. His motivation for wanting it was love. He wanted to be with his “Gammy” and she had gone to church. The church was five blocks away and meant crossing a major intersection. He determined that he was going to get there and he was going to see his “Gammy”, no matter what. He managed to sneak out of the house with his sister. I don’t know if he knew she wouldn’t be able to walk that far, but his two year old sister was riding on her plastic tennis shoe riding toy. I have no clue as to how he knew directions to get to that church, but he managed to guide his sister on her tennis shoe and cross several streets, including the major intersection. When Gammy walked out of those church doors, there were her grandkids, a little tired, but beaming with pride and joy! I was horrified when I found out what had happened and thought about what could have happened. I was furious that they hadn’t been watched and protected like they should have been, but I was stunned to think about what my son had accomplished. I asked him how he crossed the big street with all the cars. He said, “I just put up my hand and the cars stopped”. Wow! It’s taken years for me to get past the thought of what could have happened that day, but talk about determination and being fearless!
“M” has had to fight many battles through life since that time. I’m proud of my son and that drive and determination that will continue to keep him going after what he wants. I can’t wait to see him take hold of his dreams. I’m proud to know that deep love he holds in his heart will continue to be his motivation as he takes care of his family and helps to raise his girls. I’m proud of you “M” and I love you with all of my heart!