I’ve told my girls countless times that I want to be a safe
harbor for them. I’ve reiterated that fact when I felt they were going through
things and may be hesitating at confiding in me.
Sure, I realize they don’t tell me everything. Part of me is okay with that. Part of me
struggles with that and always will. But I want my children to have some space
in their hearts to freely think and feel for themselves without me interjecting
thoughts and feelings; making them feel like I’m crowding their own feelings
out.
Sometimes I think they might forget they can trust me with
anything. That I will love them no matter
what.
Then, I’m reminded.
I’m reminded the time my daughter wrote me a mother’s day
booklet at school and included on one page that “my boat dock is always safe
with mom.”
I’m reminded when that same daughter confides in me some
things about a friend. And then I overhear her in the kitchen with her father
and he’s trying to figure some things out. When he is told by her that she
doesn’t want to go into it because she told me; he inquires “Why, mom?” He is
told, “Because she’s my safe harbor!”
Yes, I smile from the other room where they can’t see me or
know I hear. For my message must be
getting across.
I’ll have to continue to repeat it many more times through
the years. Just as a reminder. To them. And
to me.
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