Last weekend I attended the 2nd Annual Early Trauma and Attachment Annual Meeting. I spent three amazing days with 67 other "trauma mommas" who are now my "SOUL sisters."
It was one of those experiences that is impossible to describe for someone who either wasn't there, or doesn't have children like ours.
For the first time since Noah was a year or so old I felt like other momma's "got it." No one was judging, no one was trying to lesson the seriousness of what we go through.
I laughed longer and harder than I have in a very long time. And I cried more than I have in a while. (Well, a few weeks anyway.) I got a few shoulders wet.
I heard stories that broke my heart, and stories that inspired me. I learned more about therapeutic parenting and I added many techniques to my coping tool box.
Sixty-seven women that inspire me! Mommas that foster and/or adopt knowing they are bringing traumatized children into their families, and mommas like me that had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Mommas that have survived disruption and children that could not be healed, and mommas that have been able to help their child heal. Mommas that have walked this journey for many years, and mommas that are just figuring out what they are dealing with.
For the first time in a very long time I feel like I am part of a community and that I am accepted without judgment. I don't think any of us want to be part of this community, but here we are.
I left Orlando Monday morning and felt validated. I arrived home rejuvenated and rededicated.
I am NOT alone!
Photo credit goes to Alison at Crawford Life and Times. Thanks Alison!