I sat behind a four year old in church today. He was wiggly, but quiet and kept snuggling up to his mom to give her hugs. Try as I might, I can't remember positive memories when my boys were that age...much about them at all. What I do remember is the constant fear and vigilance I had to keep them safe from dangerous people like their father and his friends with drug and alcohol addictions. What I remember now takes over my mind as flashbacks. I want some of the happy memories back. I know there has to be some. I try to remember and instead start flashing one after another...my then four year old being kidnapped by his father, the boys' father and his friend, a registered child sex offender, trying to take both boys off playground during recess, my children calling me a bitch after a weekend visit with their dad "that's what dad said your name is mom". I remember my seven year old coming home telling me he rescued his brother out of a big garbage can with syringes in it while his father was taking a nap and couldn't be woken up. I remember trying and trying to find a way to protect them and being told by lawyers and the police, their abuser had a right to see them as he was their father. Okay...need to ground now...We are safe. We are okay. Their abuser can never hurt us again. I know my boys love me.....I just want to remember some of their childhood memories!