A Child’s Plight

Isolated and neglected, their innocence shattered. Broken, mislead their security erased. Hopeful and naive, they wait patiently. Unknowing, unaware she will not come, she cannot come, she can’t rescue them, she can’t guard them. Confused because she is gone, their unconditional love causes their tears. They hold tight to her promise, not ready for release. In an instance she loosens her grip and their security vanishes. As I mentioned in my previous post, I made the decision to sort through this rough period of life without my children being present. Maybe it was mother’s intuition but no doubt it was a decision based on fear of the unknown. I couldn’t see my next move. There was no blueprint for redemption. I spent many sleepless nights in a home that I would soon lose, trying to gather all the pieces necessary for triumph. There was no victory in sight and now with my children being gone any and all flickers of light and hope were darkened. My mood became progressively worse. All I could think about was my failure and my children’s sadness. I didn’t have words strong enough to remedy their heart break and I didn’t have a working solution to erase the situation all together. Many times through parenting we worry about our methods in raising our children. We entertain ideas that we aren’t doing enough. Sometimes we compare our lifestyle to other parents we know and in some cases we try not to be like our own parents. This was not like that. This was a different type of worry. This was agonizing and bone-deep. Everything around me seemed to be crumbling and my children’s innocence and trust in me as their mother was the first of casualties.