Unconditional love – are we capable of it?

This entry was inspired by Sheet Music’s entry, Pensive by Sheet Music (http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C102582&entry=10543 ) and her and her husband’s story of their adoption of a difficult child.

 

 

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Sheet Music, in an effort to make meaningful comments, I went back and read Kit’s Story, 1/11/2002.  However, I discovered no amount of reading would create sufficient understanding.  I have ABSOLUTELY no idea how difficult the day-to-day path you, and your husband, have chosen must be!  You face daily challenges that I, in the same situation, would have no desire, no ability to handle. 

 

 

 

 

 

In Kit’s Story, you tell of the pathetic experiences of a little girl’s physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, summarized with, “This means no-one ever really loved her and I have to start from scratch.”  “She does not understand trust because she had no-one to trust.  She does not know how to form normal relationships.”  Then, in your latest post, you show the wear and tear this has taken on you, “I keep thinking it’s too late for me.  I’m tired of trying.  I’m tired of hanging in there.  I don’t want to work at it anymore.”

 

 

 

 

 

As you know, this self-loathing child, this child who is miserable and who makes your life miserable, is expressing her disgust with herself.  She is looking for proof that she is unlovable and if she can’t find proof, she will create it.  Obviously, she is trying to drive you away as proof … but how much can you take?  How much can you do and at what cost for, as you say, “A child that doesn’t want to be saved.”

 

 

 

 

 

In Helen Keller’s book, My Religion she speaks …

 

 

 

 

 

“For nearly six years, I had no concepts whatever of nature or mind or death or God.  Without a single exception my memories of that time are tactual … there is not one spark of emotion or rational thought in these distinct, yet corporal memories.  I was like an unconscious clod of earth.  Then, suddenly, I knew not how or where or when, my brain felt the impact of another mind.  I awoke to language, to knowledge of love, to the usual concepts of nature, of good and evil!"

 

 

 

 

 

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