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It’s difficult to see how much time has passed . One of the first memories I had in my life. Being two years old and living next to a lake (later it turned out to be a swamp…but I was only two after all)
Remember moving to my father’s hometown when I was three…not wanting to go. Not wanting to replace what I had. Not having a bedroom yet and not knowing what to do…family moving things in. All were to busy and not having a bed room yet I went to the hallway that was between the living room and the kitchen. No one was going there yet. Too busy bringing boxes in. I sat there and started to cry. Not the typical load “mommy I hurt myself” cry. I really was trying to be quiet.
I did not want to be there. Did not want to live there. I did not remember being told we were going there let alone asked.
Then I saw my mother. She looked at me. Her first born child sitting down in the hallway with tears streaming down my pudgy cheeks and she started to laugh…I don’t remember who she shouted to but I will not forget what was said and done.
Ï found David. He’s crying in the hallway and I don’t know why.”
And she walked away. Never asked me (at the time) what was wrong. No hug. No words of encouragement saying everything was “going to be all right”.
Three years old and my first life lesson was not to trust anyone. Don’t show your true feelings. Hide behind a mask.
Thanks mom.
Remember moving to my father’s hometown when I was three…not wanting to go. Not wanting to replace what I had. Not having a bedroom yet and not knowing what to do…family moving things in. All were to busy and not having a bed room yet I went to the hallway that was between the living room and the kitchen. No one was going there yet. Too busy bringing boxes in. I sat there and started to cry. Not the typical load “mommy I hurt myself” cry. I really was trying to be quiet.
I did not want to be there. Did not want to live there. I did not remember being told we were going there let alone asked.
Then I saw my mother. She looked at me. Her first born child sitting down in the hallway with tears streaming down my pudgy cheeks and she started to laugh…I don’t remember who she shouted to but I will not forget what was said and done.
Ï found David. He’s crying in the hallway and I don’t know why.”
And she walked away. Never asked me (at the time) what was wrong. No hug. No words of encouragement saying everything was “going to be all right”.
Three years old and my first life lesson was not to trust anyone. Don’t show your true feelings. Hide behind a mask.
Thanks mom.