I introduced two stories in my last post.
One involved parents sheltering their child by not telling her that her beloved horse had died.
The second involved another set of parents, coincidentally mine, who sheltered me in another way by explaining in the most heartfelt way that the bunnies that we were eagerly trying to nurse back to health had died.
In one case, there is a shelter of omission where two parents are aiming to keep a childhood idyllic by keeping the real world demons out and the good in, while another set of parents chose to build a shelter based on honesty where they work to bring the good out of evil by framing the truth in their own way.
Two modes of thinking with both having the same goal.
These stories then made me think – what happens when we become adults?
Where does the natural need to shelter those who we care about go?
That has been the hardest thing for me to understand both as I look back on my years of dating and when I think of my general interactions with people.
That “lack of” protecting those who we care about.
That lack of giving shelter.