A Child’s Pain

This strange thing happens when you become a parent; at least for me it did. Every time I see someone hurt a child, hear a story about someone’s baby dying, or see something on the news about something that happened to a kid in some far corner of the country, I immediately think of my daughter. This thought then leads to a shudder or rage, fear or a sick feeling in my stomach, a visceral reaction to the thought of one of these things happening to my baby; or to any baby at all. 

I haven’t been a parent for long, but so far, the thing that bothers me the most is knowing that I won’t be able to save this amazing little girl from all the pain the world often throws at us. I can’t take every hit for her; and even if I could, I would only be robbing her of the opportunity to build her own strength. But the mother in me doesn’t care. It just wants to protect. I want her to have the strength and resiliency I have; but I would die to save her from the pain that I gained it through. My child will never endure some of the things I had to; but that doesn’t change the fact that she’ll have pains all of her own. And if it makes me sick and angry to see a little girl in a movie get hurt because her mother treats her poorly, then I can’t imagine how I’m going to feel the first time I see my little girl in pain. The thought of her hurting and me not being able to fix it keeps me up at night. 

However, I still refuse to shelter her from the real world too much. I will protect her like any mother should protect her young; but I won’t make her naive, and I won’t deny her the right to build her own strength. She’ll have to live and learn just like I did, whether I like it or not. But I have a feeling it will be much harder for me to watch her do that than it ever was to survive the things I’ve been through.

If only we lived in a world with no pain…

by Ashley King

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6 thoughts on “A Child’s Pain

  1. Yes, KNOWING what’s out there can be tough for you. I used to play this game with my son: ‘what would you do if’. I would make up scenarios, usually while we were walking somewhere, when he was age 6 – 12 or so, like: ‘what would you do if a robber came into our house and I was outside in the garden’. It was fun to hear him come up with solutions to the problems and then I would coach him along a bit too.
    But, yes, as for the scum out there who prey on our little ones…we must be ever diligent, stay aware and alert, make good choices and teach our children to be aware…not to frighten, but to inform. Things like STRANGER DANGER.
    Because you have all that experience, you will use it well as a mom. It will make you that much stronger. The Lioness with her cub.


  2. I get this completely. Always watching out for him, he who is now 6’2″ and looking down at me with green, kind eyes. I used to let him walk to school with his friends, the mile through our little, safe Nova Scotian town. I would be on pins and needles until I saw his sweet face again. We wanted him to have his independence and to make decisions on his own. But, it was stressful, for sure. They are their own little people and they are incredible. What a gift to be a mom.
    I touch on this a bit in this post: https://playinwiththeplayers.wordpress.com/2017/01/23/a-simple-east-coast-life/

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    1. I’ll definitely make sure to go check out your post! Currently, I’m only dealing with a four-month-old little girl; so I don’t have to worry about her doing a whole lot right now lol. But once she gets older I want her to learn things for herself and be independent. It’s just hard to juggle that with protecting her from the sick people that are in this world. I unfortunately met a lot of those people way too young, so it’s probably going to be very hard for me to not be overprotective; because I just so happened to meet the worst of the worst. But I still want to raise her to be smart, not scared.

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