Breaking down. Emotional splinters landing like shards of glass, stuck upright in the earth. Tip toeing carefully, the child is trying to gather them. Quietly. Shush. Don’t upset her. She gathers them in her arms and tries to piece them back together. Like a puzzle, into the shape of acceptance. In the shape of love.
In the shape of love.
She cries as she drives, eyelashes and windscreen wipers act in tandem as tears and rain lash down. She struggles to see. Here again, she sobs. Here again. Each wave of pain, slicing viscerally through each organ. Somewhere outside of her she hears the sound of anger and disbelief. Of surrender. It roars and ends in a wail.
Outside the seagulls call and as she tries to explain, she rocks on her heels.. back and forth, back and forth. Rocking the baby back and forth. Shush little one, go to sleep, all will be well.
We have been here before. It’s time for acceptance, find all the pieces, line them all up. Recalibrate and fit them all back together.
Slowly, slowly she cradles the child. The child snuggles in. Head against Breast.
“We have got this little one.. we have got this”.
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