Wow.

So wow, this evening was interesting. My daughter and I have never talked about the events leading up to her discloser at camp that summer. I only knew what the camp director said and the little information given to me through others. I was always afraid of getting into the details, because like I've said before, I didn't want to be accused of 'coaching'.

So this evening, while talking about our family reunions of all things, we start talking about that particular summer. MaKayla just started telling me about how she ended up telling about the abuse... it really was strange. Not that she told, just that we were having the conversation. I didn't realize how much I didn't know, like where she was when I arrived at camp that morning to pick them up. Or that she was told she might have to go with social services. Or even her perception of me when I arrived and then after I found out.

It was startling. It wasn't hard to hear... God knows I've heard the worst of this situation. It's like this: If you read every other chapter of a novel... you would know the story, the plot even the outcome. But then if you go back a couple of years later and read those missing chapters, you get all the details you think you didn't need. And maybe those details aren't needed... it's just knowing the rest of the story, putting the rest of the pieces together.

The best part? That we can talk like this... that is definitely the best part. I am so proud of her.