Dropped Off At A Doorstep

Sunday I was watching church online. Bishop prayed for a man that had lost his child. As Bishop prayed for the man, he broke down and cried, his cry was painful to hear. You could hear the pain, the hurt in his voice as he almost screamed through his tears. I was so touched and moved that I cried too as I watched him.

Hours later I still could not get the image out of my mind. I thought that man would give everything he had to have his child back. And if that was possible, he’d love that child, be appreciative and happy with just the child’s presence. And that’s when it hit me. We have children that have been abandoned by self-absorbed, selfish parents. They have a child but they don’t appreciate or recognize the child. Children that haven’t had support for their greatness, been loved as needed or appreciated for what they are and that’s a gift. Children are gifts. Not everyone can have a child and those who have lost a child would give anything to bring them back.

Children that are abandoned physically or emotionally, grow up to be adults. They grow up but they don’t grow out of the pain of being abandoned. The pain of not being loved as needed is still there. The triggers of not being supported encouraged and accepted still exists. We have adults walking around with still 2-year-old needs.

To those who had 2 caretakers that gave you all you needed, this may sound strange to you but believe me when I tell you there’s a big percentage of children that are abandoned in some form or fashion. The abandonment wound is real. Since we don’t walk around with T-shirts and hats that say “I was abandoned”, maybe we need to consider this and encourage, support, and love everyone as if they were abandoned. Love them like they were dropped off at a doorstep because many were and many have that same abandonment wound.

Published by Dana

Creative writer about my life and life lessons. Survivor of abandonment, addiction, narcissist relationships, and trauma. Still dealing while I'm healing. Thank you Jesus!

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