Tuesday, 19 September 2017

An Open Letter to Little Miss


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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