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Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Good morning my blog friends...
I have a special blog today that has nothing to do with scrapbooking.
Today I wanted to share my special holiday story.
♥The story behind this very special box♥
Many who know me even online know I am a survivor of
extreme childhood and adult abuse.
I am a strong advocate for children who have been abused
and often share my stories and struggles as an adult who successfully survived.
So it is no shock that I have very few good childhood memories.
In fact I really believe that every bad experience I had as a child probably
little by little erased any good ones, so I feel very blessed to have some
wonderful memories at my grandmother's house.
I remember going to her home and everything that was bad in my life
would slip away for a few short hours and I became a princess who was loved
and adored and respected, if only for the day.
My grandma "Ginger" would take me in her room and let me sit on
her water bed and put her hair in rollers and brush it as much as I wanted.
She let me look in her jewelry drawers and try on her earrings, she told
me how pretty I was and what a good girl I was, how much she loved me.
I never heard that at home, I never thought I was a good girl.
I always thought I was a horrible ugly little girl who was bad in her heart.
It was an experience I will never forget going to her home and spending
time carefree like a child should be.
She taught me to can green beans, cook oatmeal and gave me my first
bowl of Trix cereal. All such small things but left a lasting impression on me.
Anyways..before I moved away from Oregon I spoke with my Grandpa's new
wife and told her "If you ever find a pair of clip on earrings from my grandma
please let me know, just one pair would be so nice" And I told her my story
of sitting in her room. 5 years later this week I received a big box
in the mail. I had no clue what it was it just said "Oregon" and
was from my grandpa. I cut the box open and immediately began crying
I could not stop the tears from flowing at that point.
In fact I cannot stop crying while I type this out!
I saw the wood and I knew exactly what it was.
It was the jewelry box my grandmother let me dig through
and pick out those earrings to try on. I pulled it out and I could
smell the wood in my living room. At 35 years old I did not think a box
would ever bring me to tears. I opened it up and inside was a note...
"I did not find a pair of clip-ons but I thought you would like this,
your Grandpa made this for Ginger and it is dated on the back".
I don't think my boys understood why mom sat in the living room on
her knees crying for a half hour. I don't think that Dennise (who sent the box)
will ever truly understand what this meant to my broken heart.
The moments with my grandma were some of the only pain free
safe moments of my entire first 16 years in life. Those moments I hang on to
for dear life. I had nothing tangible to touch or hold from those days.
What an amazing way to end the year of 2010.
I had to share with my friends online...and for anyone
who is a survivor...It DOES get better and you do find those
good memories after time and healing.
Oh and one more note at the INSISTENCE of my friend Molly...here is what she wrote yesterday in my comments ♥
Molly you are so amazing...LOL You crack me up woman!~
~Thanks for sharing my life with me~
~Have a wonderful day~
Posted by Pinky Hobbs