Dear Little Miss,
We see you.
We see you hurting and it hurts us. We see the raging
anger behind those beautiful eyes and we are angry too. We are not angry at
you. We are angry that our Little Miss is so torn up inside and we cannot do
anything to help. You have been through so much more than most children ever
face in their life. No wonder you are angry. If I had been through what you
have been through I would be angry too. It is okay to be angry. In fact, it is
right and correct for you to feel angry. Be angry.
We see you.
We see that you are sad. We see that you are
happy that you are sad. You feel sad that you are struggling when you should
not. You feel pain which we cannot take away. No wonder you are sad; but,
Little Miss, if I had been through what you had been through I would be sad
too. It is okay to be sad. In fact, it is right and correct for you to feel
sad. Be sad.
We see you.
We see that you are happy. We see that you are
sad that you are happy. We know that you love to laugh and dance and sing. We
can see the hurt in you, even as you are doing these things. We know that being
happy conflicts you. We know that being happy hurts you. We know that you think
you don’t deserve to be happy; but, Little Miss, if I had been through what you
had been through I would find being happy difficult too. It is okay to be
happy. In fact, it is right and correct for you to feel happy. Be happy.
Do you see us?
Do you see us angry? We are angry. Angry at the
world for treating you this way. Angry that such a beautiful little girl has
had so much to deal with in so short a time. Do you see us sad? We are sad. Sad
as we watch the tears stream down your face for what feels like the millionth
time. We are sad that such a warm, kind and beautiful little girl is hurting so
much. We are sad that nothing we do seems to help. Do you see us happy? We are
happy. Happy that you came into our life. Happy for the times that you have
thrown light into our days and brightened up our home. Happy to be your Mum and
Dad.
Little Miss, we wouldn’t change a thing about
you. All of you is what makes you special. The good and the not-so-good. The
light and the shade. We want to help you with the not-so-good. With the shade.
Let us help you. Let us in. It doesn’t matter how many times you scream at us
until your lungs and throat burn. It doesn’t matter how many times you punch
and kick and bite us. It doesn’t matter how many things you destroy. It doesn’t
matter how many horrible and horrific things you say. Why doesn’t it matter?
It doesn’t matter because we love you, Little
Miss.
You cannot live your life so torn apart. You cannot
continue burying everything until it pops out like a balloon. You need to
accept every part of you. The bits you like and the bits that you don’t. The
face you show the world and the face you only see in the mirror.
You’re only a kid. Most of this will go
straight over your head so I will say it as simply as I know how (and you know
me, I find it hard to say anything simply).
Be angry. Be sad. Be happy.
But most of all… Be Little Miss. All of Little
Miss.
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