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Writer's pictureBecki Lund

I didn't know


I didn’t know what I didn’t know


As a child it’s easy to sit back and say oh yes that’s where it started or that’s what triggered xyz.


However we don’t know what we don’t know


I didn’t know it wasn’t normal for fathers to beat their children with a belt for a minor infraction


I didn’t know that sometimes daddy’s put their children to bed with a story and a gentle tuck in


I didn’t know that food was a luxury we sometimes struggled to have


I didn’t know the quarter I asked for to buy candy with was too much to spare


I didn’t know that sometimes a family went on trips together


I didn’t know that puffed rice was the sign of how impoverished we truly were


I didn’t know how much my mom struggled to find a smile when her world was slowly imploding


I didn’t know daddy’s didn’t always try to kill their loved ones


I didn’t know that there could be joy in change


I didn’t know people slept without nightmares


I didn’t know when people said they loved you, they meant it.


I didn’t know that love didn’t always hurt


I didn’t know some people felt safe in their homes


I didn’t know families didn’t always fight


I didn’t know it was ok to say you were scared, angry and upset


I didn’t know the climb out of depression was so hard


I didn’t know not everyone will want the best for you


I didn’t know we would lose people we desperately needed.


I didn’t know what I didn’t know.


And now that I know I can do better


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