Last updated on June 5, 2016
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a faraway land, where everything seemed impossible. She watched others play and laugh, while she was hiding in her room crying.
She hoped they wouldn’t find her, that this time the voices would be busy yelling at each other and they would just forget about her. The screaming and yelling never stopped, the hurt went on; happiness was beyond reach. The world is a dark place when you are little, but can’t be a child.
A year later the girl in the faraway land had moved, and lived at a place where everything was possible. She played with others and laughed out loud, when she was hiding in the fields. She was hiding again, hoped they wouldn’t find her. She loved playing hide-and-seek game. Trees were giants and sticks were used as swords. There was no yelling and screaming, just love and understanding, happiness was everywhere. The world is a happy place when you are little and love being a child.
And now you know why I was raised by my Grandmother. I had two childhoods, but only one that mattered. One didn’t break me, the other one made.
“The world is a dark place when you are little, but can’t be a child.” How true is that… How old were you when you went to live with your grandparents, Bridget?
I moved in with my Grandmother two month before my 7th Birthday, after a major accident at home.
My Grandfather had passed away the year I was born.
I had a “special” grandmother like yours, and can understand you!
Powerful!
The truth can be powerful I suppose.
A powerful and moving post. I think that often from the distillation of those experience comes great wisdom and compassion. Best of all is the choice to create a different future for ourselves and our children and ultimately our grandchildren. Grandmothers Rock!
Thank goodness for Grandmothers.. I was also grateful for the time away I spent on school holidays at my Grans.. Love and Hugs xx
Love and Hugs to you too. Good to see you
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No wonder you are such a compassionate and intelligent person. I grew up with anger. I understand. Hugs to you.
What a sweet thing to say Cindy. Thank you for that. I do hope that I am compassionate.
I am sorry you had to grow up with anger. I guess there are many of us.
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Grandma played a large part in my upbringing too. I’m not unfamiliar with yelling. You’ve come out the other side. Hugs! 🙂
Thank you Jo. Hugging you right back 🙂
Thank you for sharing this deeply personal post. I hope my granddaughter feels the same as you when she is an adult
In the end it’s always up to us. We decide were we shift our focus to. I hope she will find joy and happiness throughout her life. May the dark shadows of the past never linger.