Thursday
Mar162006
the deep end of the ocean
children's drawings are openings, portals to other worlds rooted in magical places where sense is a new way of thinking, where thinking is embodied in breathing.
some days it almost plucks out my weeping heart and snaps me up with spectacular guilt. his little soul brimming with too big, too fast, too much, mirroring his sadness, his anger and pain. and I don't know what to do. I pray. I rationalize. I cling to the tiniest particle of smile on my son's face. I embrace, I forgive, I surrender, I understand, I cuddle. I love.
but my little baby still hurts. and it's killing me.
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I took one of my kids to a psychiatrist for four sessions. I found it immensely helpful There was no medication involved. It was just a chance for us all to talk and someone who wasn't emotionally involved to give concrete advice and, even, step by step instructions on how to help my child.
For me, it was worth every penny. I still use her advice today on all my kids.