A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME
I am certainly that it is essentially impossible to know what is in a small child’s mind or how they interpret the world around them; primarily what they see and the words they hear. There is an undeniable virtue in how they perceive the most simple, yet intricate matters, then, proceed to seek out answers to satisfy the rationale behind the sights and sounds. The wonder of it all is, of course, the thought process, which is just forming, is able to understand concepts in a subtle, yet astute way, where words become pictures and then transform into thought, and the thought initiates a response.
I can only envision this analogy since I have not one shred of proof for this theory, yet it does conger up questions and possibly a reason to understand our children’s unique sense of self. When does this happen?
Is it the first touch? Caressing my newborn daughter’s face instantly bonded us forever. The same was true for my son. In my mind, it does demonstrate the connection between the sense of self and the response to touch. Is this a thought process? They both nursed without hesitation. Was it instinct or the conscious thought of hunger? We may never know, however, it is for us to ponder as we watch them grow, and process the amazing ability to think and question everything. It is perhaps the most satisfying feeling as a parent.
A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME
A MOTHER’S TALE OF COURAGE AND AN UNIQUE VIRTUE SHE
LEARNED FROM HER CHILDREN
If only adults could keep this ability to question everything, see thoughts and make judgments on those thoughts. Alas, we are too quick to judge with our eyes and ears and question nothing. Our eternal earnings to be a part of an exceptional family in our own right, clouds our choices, often to our detriment. Infatuation and dreams influence the pictures in our heads, leaving little room for thought. Delight blocks out doubt, just as the clouds block the sun, yet, as we stand in the shadows of uncertainty, our eyes and our ears betray us.
Promises are broken; devotion set aside, to satisfy the desires of the husband, not in the best interest of the family. Tolerance and acceptance become normal for a beleaguered wife whose only choice is to ignore the infidelity of her husband to save the marriage.
This is an insight into the life of a victimized wife and her children. It is not always easy to understand a betrayal from a husband and father who promised in God’s site to protect and love the woman standing by his side. Brutality is not a rational response if love is at hand; however, if love is absent, sanity and responsibility are absent also.
It takes time for this abnormal behavior to come to the surface. It was apparent from the beginning of the marriage that Margret held little esteem in her husband’s mind and his wondering eye and nights out on the town alone would soon cause tension between them.
It happens to spouses more often than we know, since there is a disgrace attached to abuse, when the wife assumes it is her fault after hearing those words spoken often, after each attack. She simply cannot let this marriage fail. It is her responsibility to try harder, to fulfill her husband's every wish, even when it goes against her will and morality. “Tomorrow it will get better”, is the promise given from her abuser, and, “it will never happen again.” Nevertheless, it continued, when a loving relationship fell apart during a drunken rage.
Relatives and friends were oblivious to the trauma the family faces day after day; fear gripped the huddled family at two o’clock in the morning, hearing footsteps climbing the stairs to the second-floor apartment. A misspoken word or complaint causes instant reprisal. The children usually retreated to a safe place, their only defense, mom, who took the hit meant for them. Fear and hatred filled every day, while the family tried to act “normal”.
Martha’s pride let this man take advantage of her and soon it tested her ability to think for herself. Staying one-step ahead of any situation was her only defense. Her worst hurdle was her husband’s bar friends. They loved him. He put himself out to help them, whatever the task, leaving his family to fend for themselves, even when food was scarce.
There was a light guiding the family to peace, a light from God in the form of a bird. All Martha had to do was think like a child, see a picture and put it into words. It was as simple as that.