Lately I have been thinking about the things we do in life to commemorate or to remember a period of time. There are many ways we remember these times; some choose writing about experiences, or photographing important memorable items and still others choose to create a memorial or select an artifact to serve as a constant reminder.
For my son, he has his scars. While cutting is not an abnormal response to dealing with deep routed pain, especially among teenagers, it was a startling and scary thing for me. I was never and am still not embarrassed by my son’s cutting, but it truly scared me because I was afraid he would severely hurt himself and that it would happen when he didn’t have anyone around to help him. Read the rest of this entry »