One picture. It’s all you’re allowed to show and it must represent the totality of your life. That snapshot should sum up your dreams, fears, and accomplishments while displaying the essence of who you are. Are you kind? Shy? Intelligent? Talkative and Outgoing? Is your family the center of your life? Or your job? Or your belongings? What image would be on your 4 X 6 piece of photo stock paper?
Friends and family are also asked to show one picture. A picture that sums up your life. Again, it must represent the totality of your life. Would that photo be different than the one you would choose? What do they see when they see you?
As a parent of a child who has Reactive Attachment Disorder, I dare say your life picture is likely of that child. You know the one I’m talking about. He or she is at the center of everything. But not in a healthy way. More like the eye of a brutal storm. haha. Man, can I relate.
If you’ve read the ABOUT section, you already have an idea of why I’ve named this blog “Brick Marshmallows”. Trauma mommas, as we’ve been defined, often appear to be bricks. Because that’s what society expects of us. But we’re not bricks at all. We are hurting like no one else can fathom. Most of the time, if we’re honest, we wonder if we’re not crazy … if we’re not the ones who are the problem.
Life with Reactive Attachment Disorder seems to be an endless endeavor. Definitely a harrowing journey. But with healthy support, we can all get through.
What’s that picture again?
Look at it. Now, let’s switch it and make it what you want it to be. Let’s define our lives and give ourselves a break. Let’s define Reactive Attachment Disorder and no longer allow it to define us. And in the process, let’s figure out who to best love our kiddos. Isn’t that what we all want, after all?
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