*Possible trigger warnings. Tread lightly. Stop reading if needed* Momma are you there? My adoptive parents aren’t my world anymore. They are not my sole safety net. I’m growing. And so is my curiosity about who I am.
Momma? Are you there? Daddy isn’t my world anymore. He’s not my safe place that saves me solely. Momma. I wasn’t settled. I came downstairs trying to find you. Momma. I need you.
Someone once asked me what it would have been like to look upon Jesus as he hung on the cross. Usually when we think about the cross we rarely put ourselves down below. We give ourselves a bird’s eye view. A lot of us view him directly across from the crosses next to him. SometimesContinue reading “Sitting Shiva”
The full title of this support is: Knowledge of parenting and child development. My Birth Mother chose well. She did so intentionally. She chose a Doctor and a Teacher to raise me. Granted big T Trauma was not a thing yet, but who else better to have a good grasp on child development both physicallyContinue reading “Knowledge”
Really truly this Protective Factor is entitled Consistent Support. Yes. There are times we need “support bailouts,” but those bailouts are not what help lay a foundation. So. What supports answer the question, “How’d Ya’ do it?”