I found some old pictures and files and started going through them. I came across an old notebook I had as a kid. I was so excited to see that it was my 2nd year school journal- the exact same grade as my Jaylen!
I started reading this particular entry to Aaron, and after the first page or two, we both looked at each other and was like, "Um, that got really sad and real all the sudden" and so unexpected for me. I couldn't help but to sit there, in tears, very sad for my younger self. How can a 7 year old have these feelings already? How could I feel so angry and unloved at such a tender age? I remember my teacher and feeling a deep loss when I was leaving her class that year- and I also remember a time feeling very lonely, angry and lost in my family- but didn't realize I was at that young of an age- the same age as my sweet Jaylen.
I don't know what was happening that year (must have been 1991) in my family, but it's heartbreaking reading my feelings at the time.
I don't know why these flipped around, but I can't get them to upload right side up!
I've been thinking about it a lot this week. I can't help but have feelings of frustration and sadness for my younger child self. Tears have come seeing a little child's handwriting, sharing such anger throughout this notebook, much less realizing I was this little girl. I quickly came to understand that I can't do anything about the past. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it sucks. Yes, I have a lot of frustrations about my childhood. What I can do is change the cycle, learn from the past, and create a better future for myself and those things I can control in the life of my children.
I am so happy that my sweet boys don't have the anger, wonder of my love, and aren't in the situation I was in. Jaylen is very happy, loved and cared for. He's a loving, kind friend to those around him and has friends that treat him well in return. We do our best to love, care and see that their needs are met. I never go a day without snuggling him, constantly telling him I love him, and making sure if I don't do anything else right, that at least he'll know that I love and care for him no matter what.
I'm grateful for the ability to have this blog- record all the sweet moments, the trials, the happenings and look back on the journey. My biggest hope is that my boys will be able to look back and see their life and know how much we loved them and found joy in raising them.
*After note- I got out my Dad's personal history and read during this time frame. There was a lot of issues happening with my mom's mental state and Dad's work, etc. I'm glad to have his journals to learn more of his perspective of things since he's gone. He seemed very aware of my mom's mental struggles but didn't seem to be as in touch with the struggles of us kids, although he does briefly note a few kids struggling, but not much detail besides that. Glad to have a different perspective on this time frame, and although it doesn't make it less sad for me, it gives me a greater understanding of how I could have felt this way.