The eight year old girl never felt that she could tell her Mum or Dad how she was feeling: her mother always seemed so busy with the younger children at home and she didn't want to bother her any more than necessary, and her father was always so tired and distracted when he came home long after dark that she didn't talk to him either.
She continued to ask herself
for many years why she always felt she could never talk to her parents about what mattered in her life, what frightened her and what didn't, what she was proud of and what she was ashamed of.
Finally the answer came to her: as the eldest child she was
always told that she was the big girl, older than the others, able to cope; but
all she ever wanted was for someone to get it, to understand, to say, " I know how you're feeling."
If only someone had sat her down and asked some questions about how she was feeling and what was bothering her, she may have learnt to cope with change more readily at a much earlier age, because sometimes she didn't feel so
grown up and just wanted a little babying.
She wasn't looking for someone to
fix the situation, just another person who could understand and let her know they
understood.
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