When she was about 5 or 6, she saw some TV show or movie that made her scared that there was a lion living somewhere in our house. The house we had at the time was HUGE--a gorgeous Victorian house with three floors and a 40 foot long hallway, so heck, a lion COULD have lived in there. Anyway, Jasmine was having trouble sleeping because she was so worried about that lion. She was also very into the Care Bears at the time, so I went out and bought her the Care Bear Lion. Then, I hid it in the house in a closet.
We said to her, "We know you're worried about a lion being in the house, so let's look for it." Joseph got down on all fours and had Jasmine straddle his back as they went out "on safari". They went all the way down that longgggg hallway, but didn't find anything. Just then, I told her, I thought I heard a roar from the bedroom. We explored in there and lo and behold, in the closet, there WAS a lion. But he was a soft, friendly lion. Jasmine was so happy! She held him and loved on him and he became one of her favorite stuffed animals for a long time.
I cling to memories like that one. They make me smile in my heart, ya know? She was a beautiful, funny, smart little girl and now she is a beautiful, funny, smart married woman. I hope somewhere in her memories she remembers stalking the lion with daddy and finding a friend.
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I hope she remembers, too. And I hope someday she recovers. That she gets some help and rediscovers the person she used to be.
I love you.
What a sweet way to handle the situation. :)
{{{hugs}}}
I remember that house. :D:D
What a wonderful memory for daughter and parents.
Also, what Ami said.
I don't understand this. You don't contact me either, so I don't think its fair to place all the blame on me. A comment on a website is no place for a real conversation, so I'm going to keep this short. But I don't believe that I need help or need to rediscover who I used to be. I'm a good person with a good life. I have a husband and a house and a career and friends. It's frustrating to know that people only know one side, so it's always going to look like I'm broken or at fault. You don't contact me either. You haven't called or written or anything else.
I didn't think I was welcome, Jasmine. If you're open to us contacting you and we can do it with kindness and not anger--as that is the reaction we always seem to get, then we are here 24/7. We love and miss you and we are happy to hear that you're doing well. We never doubted you were a good person. After all, I knew you before anyone else in the world (perks of being the mother).
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