My dad runs a private therapy clinic out of my childhood home in the city. I was visiting one day, and he asked if I'd like to hang out with a couple of children while he chatted with their mother. My dad takes on crazy intense cases... dealing with murders, attempted murders, major assaults, rapes. In this particular case, this woman's husband had tried to slit her throat in front of the two small kids. The man was in jail, and the woman was slowly beginning to open up to my dad and tell him how their relationship had soured to the point of him nearly taking her life.
The children were majorly fucked up. The boy (age 6) kept touching his sister (age 4) really inappropriately. They were fighting with each other over everything, obviously re-enacting what they'd seen their parents do.
The three of them walked in together. The little boy and girl were holding hands and the mom, who had a huge crazy scar across her neck, looked like she was about to cry. The mom instantly gravitated towards my dad, and he took her upstairs for their chat. The boy instantly grabbed my hand, and we went downstairs.
I asked the two of them a few questions. (He was still holding his sister's hand at this point.) They both began to relax, and he soon let go of her hand, and clasped his hands in his little lap, sitting up like a true wee gentleman. We chatted a little bit about safe touching, and got pretty deep for a few minutes. I asked if they wanted to talk about what happened to "Mommy" and they both nodded, wide-eyed. I brought out one of my favourite puppets for them to relay the experience to. I've found that, for some reason, using the puppet really seems to work. Maybe it's because they see it as a different character, not me, and they feel safer talking to it. I also find that it helps to establish confidentiality. I promise them that their secrets are safe with the puppet, and that he goes back to bed when they leave, and dreams only happy dreams.
The girl started first. She said (in this teeny little voice), "I just wanted to have dinner, but Daddy took a big knife and cut Mommy with it," and then her little brother continued, "Yeah, and then there was blood all over the table and her neck was open."
This is what I live for.
And I thank you daily for letting me be the vessel for this. Deep healing is happening, on a global level. I know I'm not certified yet to be working with these intense cases, but I thank my dad for giving me the opportunity to talk to these kids.
The day that I returned from the city to the Creek, one of the first people I saw as I disembarked the bus was one of my six year old little local homies. I asked how he was doing, and the first thing out of his mouth was "Well, actually, I'm super sleepy today. I've been having these terrible nightmares... "
"Here we go... " I thought.
We sat in the gazebo and chatted for a bit, about dreams. His nightmare was about being invaded by ants. Turns out he was being bullied at school a bit (probably because he's genius smart!), which was the underlying issue. We talked about being a team a little bit, and how ants are cool because they all help each other out.
These kids are really special. They need to be treated in really special ways.
Indigo kids, crystal kids, rainbow children, star children. Call them what you will. They are here to help us restore this planet to health and abundance.
They are our greatest teachers.