The endurance of children
What are some of the things you remember about being a child? Do you remember more good, or more bad? The answer for many is ‘bad’. Ever wonder why? Because a lot of the bad things that happen to a child can be classified as trauma, and trauma halts you where you are emotionally and holds you there until it gets resolved. For many, it doesn’t happen for years, which is why all the negative things stick with us so easily.
Perfect example: Japan
It’s terrible what’s happening there, and it’s scary to people of all ages. But parents seem to think too often that their young child takes no interest in the news and that they are just going to re-enact disney movies and their favorite cartoons. It’s just not the case. Young children cannot yet distinguish between something that’s recorded and something that’s real. For many young kids, every story involving Japan is being internalized as “it’s happening again!” regardless of whether or not they can tell you it’s ‘just a recording’ on the surface. In their minds, they will start imagining that it’s happening at home, and it won’t be long before that water washes away everything they hold most dear. This will happen even if you live no where near the ocean. It also takes a very intelligent and collected child to see that kind of material and realize that it’s not them and that they are safe. Compassion would stir heavy feelings of sympathy for those involved. This is because kids breathe life into what they see on the screen.
I remember being very young. There were a few things in my life back then that halted me emotionally for many years. I remember watching Cinderella. I was envious of her. Granted, I lived in better conditions than being stuck in by a fireplace, but I was envious nonetheless. Why? Because maybe if I had been her, I would have a fairy godmother. I would have had someone to be nice to me all the time. And there was the prince: someone to love me and tell me I’m beautiful. For heaven’s sake I was a baby back then! But I sure thought of things like that! I recently saw a commercial for the movie being re-released. I told my boyfriend about the fairy godmother thing and he gave me the biggest hug: my prince. I am no longer in that place as an adult, thank goodness, but without my boyfriend and his family and the constant support they offered over the last 12 years, I may never have moved past some of that trauma from my early years. But moved past or not, I still remember it all.
So please, remember this when you’re screaming at your spouse with the kids nearby, or allowing your spouse to verbally, emotionally or, god forbid, physically abuse you and trying to convince yourself that it’s “ok as long as the kids don’t get hurt”. Too late. The damage is done. And it’s hard to work through. For many that will never happen.
A child’s energy will reflect your energy. If you scream and yell, your child will scream and yell. The question is, where will they scream and yell? And who will be on the receiving end? Daddy hitting mommy? Kids will start hitting. But who? When? Where?
Every child will process the trauma in their life a different way than someone else. Brushing it to the side or thinking that you only have to talk about something with a child once is not helpful. Talk about it over and over again until that child is done with it. Have them draw pictures of how they’re feeling. That alone is therapeutic. Let them tell you about the pictures, but make sure that they know it’s safe to draw pictures and to talk about them. If they ever get in trouble for drawing how they feel about something they’ve seen or heard, they will internalize it. It will be bottled up until that bottle explodes. Broken glass is much more destructive than a picture.