I have a 6yo daughter, Lily, who has always been difficult. Tantrums, hitting, screaming over small things. We finally took her to a child psychologist.
Last week, she emailed me saying she wouldn’t continue treating Lily, it was “best for everyone.”
I called Dr. Harper again, and she finally revealed that during their last session, the kid whispered something that left her shaken. “She said… ‘When I grow up, I’ll hurt mommy the way she hurts me.
I’ll make her cry every day, like she does to me.’”
I stood there in silence, my phone pressed to my ear, the hallway suddenly colder than before. My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t even sure if I’d heard correctly.
Me? Hurting Lily? I’d never laid a hand on her.
I mean, sure, I’d raised my voice. I’d snapped. But who wouldn’t, when a kid throws a juice box at your face for giving her the “wrong” cereal?
“I think,” Dr. Harper said gently, “you both need help. But I can’t be that help anymore.”
I didn’t know what to say.
After I hung up, I just sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands. My husband, Dan, was at work, and the house was silent except for Lily singing to her stuffed animals in the next room. Her voice was soft, even sweet.
It was hard to reconcile that sound with what I’d just heard. That night, I watched her sleep. Her chest rising and falling in little puffs, her fingers curled around a raggedy unicorn.
She looked so peaceful. So… harmless. But those words haunted me.
“I’ll make her cry every day.”
The next morning, I told Dan what the psychologist had said. He didn’t take it well. “She must have misunderstood,” he said immediately.
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