To our beautiful son,
Sometimes life feels really small, just us three in this bubble filled with wonder and pain, joy and grief, safety and PTSD.
The ebbs and flows of trauma swirl around us, turning us upside down, tumbling, rolling and moving us against our will. Sometimes, the tide roars in, violent and looming and we are drawn out into the deep, submerged beneath the blue, silent pressure, as we remember everything that you (and we) have been through.
Every now and then, one of us will stop fighting the waves and gently turn upward, facing the sun, back gliding across the unknown, letting the waves move and carry, as we lay in the contented peace of acceptance.
This is a story of you and me — of motherhood, fatherhood and parenthood forged in the depths of great trauma but take heart, in every challenge we have faced and every tear that we have shed — there is victory in the telling of our story and courage found even in the littlest of braves.
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