Once upon a time there was a child who needed to belong to someone. That someone did not want to have to take care of her.
Once upon a time, there was a child who was desperate to be fully loved. Her request was denied because she couldn’t always behave.
Once upon a time a child was looking for a hand to guide him. That hand was extended to him, but not with good intention.
Once upon a time, a child needed a role model. In fact, she always looked up to see him looking down on her.
Once upon a time there was a child who wished she could run into the arms of safety. If only she could run away.
Once upon a time there was a child who grew up to be the girl who never needed anyone, because no one was ever there.
The girl found the key to belonging and she freed the child from the need to belong to anyone but herself.
The girl learned to love herself, even though her mistakes were many, and she taught the child the meaning of acceptance and grace.
The girl became strong, and rather than looking for a hand to pull her up, she became the hand reaching out to children like herself.
The girl stood up and faced her father, whom she had never looked in the face for fear of not measuring up. To her surprise, she had to look down to find him, for she saw once and for all the true measure of the man before her. He had appeared as a giant to the child she was, but now he had been reduced to her size.
The girl built a life for herself that she never had to run away from and became a refuge for restless and wandering souls, for she had been one too.
The child was finally home, where she belonged, where she was loved, where she was free. Her home is in me.
Once upon a time, there was a child who was desperate to be fully loved. Her request was denied because she couldn’t always behave.
Once upon a time a child was looking for a hand to guide him. That hand was extended to him, but not with good intention.
Once upon a time, a child needed a role model. In fact, she always looked up to see him looking down on her.
Once upon a time there was a child who wished she could run into the arms of safety. If only she could run away.
Once upon a time there was a child who grew up to be the girl who never needed anyone, because no one was ever there.
The girl found the key to belonging and she freed the child from the need to belong to anyone but herself.
The girl learned to love herself, even though her mistakes were many, and she taught the child the meaning of acceptance and grace.
The girl became strong, and rather than looking for a hand to pull her up, she became the hand reaching out to children like herself.
The girl stood up and faced her father, whom she had never looked in the face for fear of not measuring up. To her surprise, she had to look down to find him, for she saw once and for all the true measure of the man before her. He had appeared as a giant to the child she was, but now he had been reduced to her size.
The girl built a life for herself that she never had to run away from and became a refuge for restless and wandering souls, for she had been one too.
The child was finally home, where she belonged, where she was loved, where she was free. Her home is in me.
