fat lips and karma

My youngest son fell over on the way to nursery today, it bleed badly for about 5 mins , undertstandably nursery was cancelled. Looks painful doesn't it, makes me want to scoop him up and hug him and smoother him in kisses..which i have done lots. My eldest son has a scar under his lip where he did something simular which required a hospital trip and thankfully no stitches. I also have a scar under my lip, mine is quite large though. The simularity ends here. You see mine wasn't an accident, mine was done deliberatly. My father in a fit of rage threw me against a wooden stair bannister when i was not quite 3, there was other incendents of abuse but thankfully most of it has been blocked out (the mind has a wonderful defense mencanisim of blotting out evil things) . My mother i think was pretty terrified of him, and i love her to bits , ive never once felt ive missed out on two parents she has allways had enough love for both mother and father. So? i come from a broken home, so im a victim of abuse? Well you know what ? Ive never once used it as an excuse, i will allways be a surviour and not a victim. Because of the amount of love and wonderful guidence my mother shows me id like to think i have grown up to be head strong independant , loving and understanding, im in a wonderful loving relationship and have 2 wonderful children. She gave me the tools to believe in myself, that i wasn't worthless, i am deserving of love, and care and happyness. I saw my father when i was 21 after much courage and support from my partner (dh), i wanted to see him to lay my ghosts to rest, to see him through adult eyes, to see if he had regrets. I imagined a huge well built scary man, instead what i actually saw was a weak, pathetic tiny , ugly lying creature, i strongly believe my mother had given me the mental courage to see him for what he actually was . He still trys to contact me on social network sites, the time before last was to tell me he had left his 3rd/4th wife and was registared disabled as he had, had a stroke, meaning he was now wheelchair bound. I am a compassionate person and will allways be, i felt truly sorry for him, but a huge part of me strongly believes in karma, Im grateful there is one less abuser on the street. What im trying to say is for every incidident of child abuse there is allways many , many more storys of loving careing familys, which will never be told, children growing in a loving, nutruing enviroment, who hopefully will pass the good happy times onto the next generation, so they in turn will become wonderful balenced happy adults, in much the same way i feel i have become, thanks almost soley to my mother. My mum rocks.