A Slippery Beast

Life with Little Ones from hard places is crazy sometimes.

It’s a kind of crazy that is near impossible to explain.

You see, trust is a slippery beast.

It’s imprinted on tiny hearts and minds through hundreds of thousands of gentle, loving interactions in the first few years of life.

Or it’s not.

Can trust be learned if this foundation is crumbly?

Absolutely.

Hope is powerful.  Healing is real.

And progress is imperfect.

You feel like you’re trucking right along…

Doing fine, doing fine.

And suddenly you slam headfirst into a brick wall.

What looks like defiance is really fear.

Forever?  Are you sure?

Will there really be enough?

It feels kind of like rejection.

Yes, Little One.  How many times do I have to tell you?

I am trustworthy.

Why don’t you just believe me already?

And then I remember that trust is a slippery beast.

Little Ones grasp and cling because they are afraid it will slip through their fingers.

It has before.

It feels kind of like failure.

We have been here.  We have done this.

We said all the right things.

And now we’re back at the beginning.

And then I remember that trust is a slippery beast.

This is not failure.

It is progress.

The crazy is less often.

Or less intense.  Or less long-lasting.

Or maybe all of these.

The brick wall is shorter than it was before.

Because, together, we have been dismantling it

Brick by brick.

Yes, trust is a slippery beast.

But we’re going to catch it yet,

Little Ones.

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4 thoughts on “A Slippery Beast

  1. Mama Bear

    “The brick wall is shorter than it was before.
    Because, together, we have been dismantling it
    Brick by brick.”
    – Love that! It describes our son and family so perfectly. Beautiful!

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