“Items”

The little girl knocks in the door. “Come in, glad you could make it today,” is the reply she receives. She tells the intelligent looking woman how glad she is to be there, when inside a war is raging inside; an ancient war that has no end.

The intelligent woman stands up and exclaiams, “Look over there! On the floor behind that chair, pick it up and bring it over here so we can get a closer look at it.”

The little girl is afraid to pick it up and most certainly doesn’t want to look at it closer, but she complies.

The girl is proud of herself for facing her fears, but it wipes her out leaving her feeling tired and overworked.

Another knock, another day. The intelligent woman says again, “Look under the desk, get it and bring it to me.” The little girl knows this time that picking up another one and examining it will hurt. It will tire her. Maybe it  would be better off under there so she wouldn’t have to look at it ever again. But inevitably, the ever so agreeable little girl does what she’s told- all the while fear and dread set in.

Week by week, this goes on. The intelligent woman never asks her to pick anything up that doesn’t belong to the little girl.

After all of things picked up, they are placed on a table. The little girl is instructed take all of the items and somehow make them relate to one another. It seems almost impossible for the little girl to see how each thing could come from the other. She digs deep inside and brings the fear, the dread to the surface and looks carefully at each particular item. She works diligently through the frustration and the desire to give up.

Finally, the items take shape as the intelligent woman prods the little girl, showing her how to put the pieces together. The little girl reaches down and picks up the finished project. It’s a mirror, a beautiful mirror. The little girl picks it up, gazes into it and sees a confident, healed woman in the reflection.

She turns and hugs the intelligent woman thanking her for her counseling services and helping her to restore her life into something recognizable.

 

 

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