I’m only 4......

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It didn’t start that way.

At first, I thought I was just learning. Trying. Figuring things out.

But every time I...

1️⃣ Spill something

2️⃣ Get too loud

3️⃣ Move too slow

4️⃣ Forget a rule

5️⃣ Ask “Why?” again

Mummy and Daddy yell.

Not just loud — but with that mad, scary, sharp voice.

Big eyes. Fast breathing. Like I did something terrible.

But I wasn’t trying to be bad. I was just trying to button my shirt… reach the cup.

So, I hold in the tears and figure it out on my own. Sometimes I whine, cling, cry, or scream — not to annoy them, but to ask for help… without knowing how.

But then their faces change. And their voices say:

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You NEVER listen.”

“You’re being so naughty!”

At first, they were just words.

But now I feel them — in my chest, my belly, my throat — when I cry alone in my room.

Maybe I am naughty.

Maybe I do ruin things.

Maybe I am too much.

Because if Mummy and Daddy say it like it’s true… maybe it is.

Their voices are teaching me who I am.

And now, when someone doesn’t listen to me or makes me mad —I yell, I hit, I say mean things.

Not because I’m bad… but because I’m trying to be heard.

To feel powerful. To feel seen.

Because that’s what I’ve learned power looks like.

If this cracked something open in you — that’s the beginning of change.

The words we speak in the heat of the moment become the voices our children carry for life.

Let’s raise voices that heal, not harm. 💛