Monday, September 19, 2016
Yet extremely strong.
That is the paradox of my my tall one.
He has seen more hurt and pain within himself
in the last few years that he never trusted anyone.
Sometimes not even us.
His story grew and grew within until his brain couldn't hold it.
His mind was under so much stress it seemed like it was fracturing before our eyes.
It was as if he was a piece of glass and he was shattering slowly yet devastatingly.
After learning to slowly trust those around him, he started sharing.
Little piece by little piece little bits of his story came out.
Such a sad awful story, but to him sharing it was like giving a treasured gift when he did choose to share.
It opened him up to vulnerability.
And he got really frightened.
Trauma can do that to you.
But he slowly realized that those he chose to share pieces of himself to kept that special gift to themselves.
So he began to trust.
And he began to heal.
Sometimes he fell back to his old ways.
Old habits die hard.
But we noticed a change over time.
We noticed his strength.
And the light started to come back in his eyes.
He started standing tall, owning who he is.
He stopped trying to hide, trying to shrink, trying to be invisible.
We applauded this change.
We were amazed and so happy to see our boy again.
And over the last three weeks he was like every other teenage boy.
He went to school, he practiced with his team and he worked out.
He went to a football game.
Then he got braver.
He shared his journey with those that have stuck by him but didn't really understand.
The courage he had to stand before thirty boys and share his personal hell and thank them for standing by him is powerful.
Today he is a little fearful.
What will they think?
Will the tell others?
Will they think less of me?
Today he is vulnerable.
30 boys now have a piece of him.
I know they will treasure the gift that has been given them.
And I know my tall one will be ok.
He is the strongest man I know.