“The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.”
This is a huge thing ESPECIALLY with kids. To the parent, they lashed out when they were mad and forgot about it, expecting the kid to forget too. To the kid? It was a big moment that defined your relationship with your parents. Stuff my parents don’t remember doing or saying were things that to me spoke very, very loudly, that I was not safe to be open and honest with my parents.
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers, indeed.
This quarantine has showed me different sides of my parents and honestly? I’m not sure whether I’m the axe or the tree, but the stuff that’s happened? I’ll remember.
(via love-lays-bleeding)
