She could not remember a time when she had not wanted to be a mother. Her life
had consisted of her trying to protect those she loved but she wanted more than
anything to give her children a life in which they didn’t need protection. She wanted
home to be the safest place they could imagine and her arms to be the place they
would always come to rest.
Now, as her babies lay sleeping down the hall she knew that such a life, one
without any fear or pain was not a life, for she had already seen them feel in such
ways. The first time her daughter cried out from a night terror or her son ran crying
into her arms from a shadow monster on his wall. She knew that she
couldn’t keep them from the tricks their own minds would play or the feelings that
would shake their small bodies to their cores. So she vowed to comfort them. To let
them tell their stories and to believe each word they spoke. As the realization
overcame her that she could not fight all of their battles she promised most of all to
help them find a path towards healing if God forbid, like her own, the monsters in
their heads ever became real.