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Date: 27 February 2004 21:00:30
...while he starts to let go.
My eldest has mastered the art of bottling up his feelings, memories, anger and sorrow at his start in life. He's let nobody in, not even himself. It's a big scary world in there, buried away in the depths of his heart, and it feels a bit of a Pandora's box - he's afraid of what he might release if he acknowledges it at all.
But today the counselling has found a tiny crack in the big brick wall he's built around his real self and he's started to let us in. Thank you God for the healing tears which finally broke this evening, for the incredible strength I felt inside which enabled me to take his burden and enfold him with love and security, for the many people I know support him and me with their prayers. Thank you for the counsellor who's so skillfully guiding him into this dark area in a way that makes him feel secure, and for my counsellor who has such amazing insight into my situation and whose listening enables me to acknowledge my strength and find ways to support my weaknesses. And thank you for these wonderful boys who have dealt with such a terrible beginning with such bravery and have retained a marvellous sensitivity and loving nature despite it all.