Inside me a child called lyl or Little Rainbow still lives. He was unable to kill her, or even stifle her fun loving nature. For a long time I thought that she was dead, but then I realised with the help of a friend (thanks Golden Ash :-) ) that she was very much alive. Lyl loves running around, playing on the swings, skipping, laughing, painting especially with food colouring and her fingers, making papiermache and playing with cornflour paste. She particularly loves a kid's club that we help? to lead every week at church. Lyl just loves being with other kids, playing games and helping with the crafts.
She will do anything to get out of sitting through a university lecture. Sometimes her antics make me laugh so much, but there is also a serious side to this awesome kid. She is very easily scared and then she tries to hide in the smallest place possible. It is difficult to explain to her that when a counsellor tells me that I am special that it is different to when her father told her that she was 'his special little girl'.
At first lyl wouldn't let me know anything about herself. It took me a long time to get to know her and for her to trust me. She thought that I was the same as all other 'bigs'. Her life had taught her that all adults posed the possibility of abuse, especially if they tried to get to know her. I was honoured the day that I asked her if I could have a hug and she responded that she wasn't happy having hugs but that she would love to skip down a grassy hill holding my hand.
I admire lyl for surviving as she has done and then for giving me so much. She is an awesome, spunky, little kid.
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