{Straight From the Heart}   *Love Letters From a 6-Year-Old*  1/14/00                                                                                                           

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Love Letters From A 6-Year-Old

 By:  Sandi Brock
 
 As I think of my 6 year old daughter today, so many thoughts race 
through my mind.  She is endearing and aggravating.  She is loving 
and sometimes bitter.  Sometimes her mood is stable and others quite 
volatile.    She is full of questions and sometimes full of answers.  
She is sometimes compliant and others quite defiant.  She is six.

My first husband and I divorced when she was 2 years old.  I felt 
lucky at the time that she was so young because I felt it did not 
effect her as much as it would had she been older.  She was used to 
it always being "me and mommy" because her Dad worked at night and 
slept all day.  I did not have to field any questions about Daddy's 
sudden disappearance from her life because she was too young to ask 
me and already quite used to not seeing him very much.

I was, during the first two months after my divorce, consumed with 
what I wanted.  I was glad to be divorced as I was very unhappy.  
I wanted to have my own life, I wanted to be with friends and yes, 
to have dates.  I left my daughter with my parents and grandparents 
frequently so that I could pursue what I wanted and I guess kind of 
needed.  After all, I thought she is only 2 years old, she won't 
really notice.  I was often angry and impatient - to quick to feel 
slighted when my plans were changed because she wouldn't cooperate 
with what I wanted for myself.
 
Then, the man I am married to now and the man I love so very very 
much came into the picture.  During the two years that we dated 
before getting married - my life revolved around him.  Every other 
weekend, when my daughter went to see her Dad - my weekend was spent 
with Jeff.  When Jeff would call me on the phone during the week 
because we lived too far apart to see each other daily - my daughter 
would "act up" - I gave her candy to quiet her so I could have my 
piece of tranquility on the phone.  I would turn a blind eye on things 
she was doing that I normally would not let her get away with so that 
I could pursue the conversation with Jeff instead of having to pay her 
the attention she was so desperately craving.
 
Almost the first year of my new marriage was devoted to the 
relationship between my husband and myself.  Although, I had read 
about the stepparent and stepchild relationship and the needs of the 
"displaced" child - it didn't really seem to fit because my daughter 
and new husband loved each other so much and I thought "love conquers 
all".
 
Several months ago my daughter began to ask me questions about my 
divorce from her father.  Was it possible, she wondered if we could 
stop loving each other would we stop loving her?  Was it okay to 
love one parent more than the other one?  Was it okay to stop loving 
Daddy Jeff if it was causing her Dad to feel jealous?  The turmoil 
began to grow and the relationships in this house took on a very ugly 
life of their own.  Disrespect erupted from my 6 year old for both me 
and her stepfather.  Discipline had taken a back-seat for several 
months as I mulled over whether to spank or not to spank, timeouts, 
restrictions?  My daughter brought home a paper from school where she 
had to write a sentence using the spelling word "bad".   Her sentence 
cut through my heart and my mind "I am bad."
 
I began counseling.
 
My counselor basically lets me talk and talk and then with one well 
thought, correctly placed question can cause me to delve so deep into 
myself that to look at the answer within is so hard to accept.  
 
 I have been a "good" parent.  Anyone who knows me will tell you that 
I have a very smart and beautiful daughter and that I have been a good 
mother to her.  I have showered my daughter with "I love you's" and 
she has all that most 6 year olds want and need.  But she was missing 
something very important - she needed to be my Number 1.   To admit to 
myself that I had always loved her but had always seemed to place 
someone else - myself or others - above her was the hardest thing 
I have ever admitted to anyone but to admit it to myself hurt the most.
 
I have placed my child as the number one priority in my life and the 
change in her and the change in me is undeniable.  We have long talks 
before she goes to sleep at night about how she is feeling about me, 
her friends, her day at school, her Daddy Jeff, her natural father, 
etc.  We read from a daily children's devotional every night and she 
reads the words on the page that she recognizes.  We stopped watching
so much television and now devote time to working diligently on 
homework, and she is beginning to help with supper and other small 
chores around the house.    Every paper she brings home from school 
has the name "Sandi" or "Mommy" discreetly scrolled in the innocent 
handwriting of a 6 year old on it.  I receive daily drawings and love 
notes, some with a drawing of her Dad, Me, her and her Daddy Jeff all 
looking happy and this makes her feel good and me also.
 
There is still tension in the relationship with her stepfather as 
she sees him as competition for Mother's heart.  She is still defiant 
and sometimes compliant.  Discipline is again playing a role in our 
household and she tests it devotedly from time to time, but I think 
for the first time she feels that no matter what she does to "test" 
me and her stepfather - we love her and will love her no matter what.  
Her grades have improved and we laugh together more.
 
For the first time in months, my guilt over not being the best mother 
I should've been has begun to quietly drift away.  I never would have 
thought that the greatest love letters I would ever receive would be 
love letters from a six year old.
 
 - Sandi Brock
POWGRL2@aol.com

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Sandi lives in Jacksonville, Alabama with her 6 year old daughter, 
Ellie and her husband Jeff.    She is 26 years old and works for a 
Substance Abuse clinic and enjoys the work as well as the interesting 
people she meets daily.  Sandi enjoys writing personal stories in her 
spare time to record how she is feeling about different situations in 
her life and finds it very therapeutic and healing.  

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UPDATE:
From:	jdh@ipa.net (Becky Holloway)

Wanted to share this wonderful news.....the doctors had said 
my brother would have to remain in New Orleans a minimum of 100 
days following his release from the hospital .  Now just 40 days 
after the transplant, he's being released to come home!!!!  Praise 
the Lord.....and thanks for all the prayers.
Joyfully,

Becky

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Thought For The Day:

"Anger is a stone's throw at a wasp's nest."

Verse for the Day:

"Be very careful, then, how you live - not as unwise but as wise, 
making the most of every opportunity."
Ephesians 5:15,16

Kid's Thought For The day:

"If your feet don't reach the ground let them swing."

Parent's Thought For The Day

"The best inheritance a parent can give their children is a 
few minutes (Hopefully more) of their time every day."

Coach's Thought For The Day

"The only people who make no mistakes are dead people.  I saw a 
man who had not made a mistake for four thousand years.  He was 
a mummy in the Egyptian Department of the British Museum."
(H.L. Wayland)

Deep Thought For The Day:

We have women in the military, but they don't put us in the front
lines. They don't know if we can fight, if we can kill. I think we
can.  All the general has to do is walk over to the women and say,
"You see the enemy over there? They say you look fat in those
uniforms." 
 -Elayne Boosler

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\_\/\ \   Christ lives in me.  The life I live in the body I live for the Son
   \_\/   of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me."  Galatians 2:20	

 

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