Alcoholism, abject poverty, abuse, and drugs...any of our kids could tell you stories about those things because they're learning to talk about them so they lose their power.
But, what they really love to talk about is hope and joy and belonging and being celebrated. They'll tell you about lunches together in a restaurant "like we're a family". They talk about birthdays being celebrated and for the very first time they had presents. They'll go on and on about Christmas mornings and waffles and then they'll proudly show you their art work that's displayed on the fridge.
They don't know the term "generational trauma" or what a "generational curse" is, but they do know that in the "time before" things were very much not okay.
They're learning to believe the truth that they repeat before every meal, before the memory verse, before thanking God for the food and asking Him to bless the kids in the street that don't have anything to eat: "I am safe. I am accepted. I am named by God, not labeled by man. I am not a rejected soul, because God continuously pursues me".
They're learning that families are supposed to be safe places filled with encouragement and even though sometimes not created by blood, can be formed by love.
They're learning to be brave and stand-up and fight against chains that have held their families down for so many years prior to their entrance on earth. They're learning to step out of line of fire and change the future so that their kids and their kid's kids and so on down the line only have a "time before" full of hugs and soft touches and nothing monster-like at all.