Three Loving Angels

I'm one of three girls from my Father's first marriage. I am also the youngest of those three girls.

My two older sisters were my rock as much as they could be, in what was a very traumatic childhood. They were there for me but unfortunately even today, there is so much of my childhood that even they do not know.

I cannot help but feel we were abandoned by our Mother. I was so young that I have no memory of her from before she left. I doubt I was even twelve months old when this occurred. I went the rest of my childhood never seeing her again, not until I reached twenty one years of age.

There were a parade of nannies in our lives. Nannies that severely mistreated us. After that it was being shuffled from pillow to post with relatives until at the age of five, I was placed in a children's home as were my two sisters.

Unfortunately as I was under school age, I was separated from my sisters and could only see them for a few hours Sunday afternoons.

A couple of years later we were removed from the children's home when my father remarried. The rest of my childhood was even more traumatic from that point on.

This entire article is a gloss-over of my childhood but as this is not what this piece is about, I have not gone into great detail. I merely wanted to give you a base outline so you will understand the miracles that we three girls performed later in life.

Those miracles began when we each held our own "mini me" from the very first instance we laid our eyes on them.

You read about it in the news every day, where a young adult is in trouble and it's all blamed on their upbringing. They had a traumatic childhood and this is the sole reason why they do what they did. Trouble serious enough to see them incarcerated for many years.

Don't get me wrong, my heart breaks for those youths that do take to the life of crime but I often wonder if it shouldn't be their tormentors that are incarcerated.

Why were my sisters and I not one of those troubled youths? What made us so different, as we have that excuse on our side? But not once were any one of us ever charged with a crime!

If excuses are as excuses go, then I think that alone is a miracle in all three lives.

But we got to take that miracle a thousand steps further.

All three of us, with no loving, mothering, role models in our lives, had children of our own.

It is here that I can proudly say that we were the loving, protecting, nurturing Mother's that our children deserved.

At the instant our first born children come into this world, we immediately became —

Loving Angels — Tender, Tough and Strong

—as described in this Home Free rendition of the song Mom.

Our only goal in life was to ensure our children were always going to be okay.

We broke that tragic cycle and did not inflict the pain, which is all we ever knew, on our children. As a result we all raised amazing human beings…….decent law abiding, happy human beings, that do us proud.

The cycle of trauma can be broken. We don’t have to react as we were taught in our dysfunctional families. We can turn it all around and take it to the other stream……..with immense love.

**********************************************************************

If you liked my writing, please click on the small heart underneath, near my name. Or send me a tip and let me know you enjoyed it.

****

Please click the link below my name to read more of my work. I would also like to thank you for taking the time to read this today and for all your support.

If you enjoy this piece, you may enjoy this one too.

Originally posted on Medium