I love the above quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Once some of you read this post you might feel the title seems a bit
unreal, all I ask is that you remember I speak from experience, these are my
words, and in my heart I know that somewhere along the way, another will read
this and it will make perfect sense.
The difference an unpredictable adult
can make to gifted children... if we are able to sit down, watch a scene or a
time unfold; we’d know answers... the majority of us would say hang on, ‘NO’...
Let’s address this and ensure no child is
at the end of that person displaying inappropriate behaviour, and then we’d be
able to do something constructive. We would be able to stop a particular
scenario and realise that sometimes events do have terrible consequences. I
have grown to understand that some children are resilient and able to deal with
it, and are often able to self heal, but sadly some can’t. The potential in
living with unstable adults is that quite often it can have a dreadful outcome,
especially if the adults around are ignorant, not supportive, or worse still,
in denial.
It’s important to remember that
any affected child, could be damaged before help is received. I still cringe at
the thought of the amount of times; others must have simply passed us by. It happens though, and usually it’s because
the unseen or frozen children slip through the net, or the adults responsible
are so clever in their disguise, that they’re able to cause a smoke screen or
even worse, make others feel sorry for them and their plight... 2016 has to be
a year of ‘MINDFULNESS’. And today that’s what I want to raise awareness to. The
only difference for me is that I consider myself to be a story-teller, and
usually in my stories there’s a lot a fact with a little fiction. Unfortunately
when I was a child the fiction was the remedy, the answer, and even the
solution. I use to make stories up and believe that real live angels would come
and help us, and to be fair one day they did. Apart from a short period I never
looked back... I consider myself to be one of the lucky children. I was rescued.
Here is a small scene from something I’m currently working on. It’s
about a father who has a lot of problems. He’s a rather sad figure but guilty
of being an alcoholic and more often than not he’s the perpetrator in domestic
violence. Because of his own upbringing, he also has horrendous mental health
issues that are not being addressed. His anger is always aroused when he’s intoxicated
however, the first time he goes to beat his baby daughter he discovers she has
a gift, and that gift is responsible for her being able to calm any given
situation... in this scene, he’s experiencing it for the first time. She magically
stops the situation from escalating and even though he’s confused, he realises
that actually, it is she whose in control.
Insanity sweeps though him as his
psychiatric disorder takes over, he lifts a clenched fist, white knuckles bulging and the rage floods through him... for a micro second, a sane part
of his brain realises the motion of slowness around him is not normal and it
catches his breath. He shakes his head; this is not how it has gone before...
what the hell is different?
Visibly he flinches, he looks at
the baby and as he circles her tiny form, her eyes penetrate deep into the
very essence of his being... Time slows down as anger stabs hard at him. He
raises his fist higher, the intention ravaging him. He’s mad but has to let it go...
His fist is six tiny inches away from her beautiful face, those big, soft, blue
eyes flood with liquid, long lashes flick nervously. He is hit by her
overwhelming innocence. Slowly he pulls his hand away, and as he gently picks
her up; he pulls her in close and whispers how sorry he is.
Her job is done... For
now!
As a child growing in an
uncertain world she knows things... she
knows stuff that she doesn’t understand, She knows how to send energy to those
who need it, and she knows how to keep herself safe because others are
incapable. She is a child yet she knows that she is wise beyond her years.
She can’t understand it all... she knows so much. She is aware of information that's
inexplicable in terms of how she would know these things at such a young age. She
also knows that death is not the end, and for reasons unknown, she also knows
it’s simply a transition. She does know one other thing though... she knows and
appreciates that knowledge gives power, a power she's always been aware of and thankfully, that power will forever remain.
Jane Ewen
