Changes

I realized something recently.  I am seeing so much freedom and joy in my life now. I can see how my life was before I got married and then while I was married. I have something to compare. I knew what it's like to be loved for who I am. In a normal family. Even with the divorce I never doubted my parents love. They loved me unconditionally.  They loved me for me. Even when they didn't agree with my choices.

Then I thought of my children. They know nothing but how they were raised. They only know the life that occasionally had love and happiness. Yes they always knew I loved them and their father in his weird twisted way. But the abuse tainted every part of our lives. From holidays, schooling, meals, lack of other people contact,  everything...

Now they are learning how to accept being loved by lots and lots of people. Learning that they won't get in trouble for the little things like spilled milk. We don't worry about the little things anymore.  Experiencing new and amazing things. Going to School. Making their first real friends. Going to church on a weekly basis. Worshiping God as a family. Working as a team. And the list will go on and on and on.

Their healing will be slow. They have so many things to get used to.  But our Family will Heal and we have amazing stories to tell.