Life Lessons

One of the blogs I subscribe to, First Generation American, had a post this past week about life changing events. (FGA references another blog post by Mutantsupermodel that is a good read, so go there, too.) At the end of FGA’s post, she asks her readers to post about their own life changing events, so I’m obliging as best I can.

Like FGA, I have very poor memories of my younger years. My sister has commented on this deficiency many times when asking me to recollect some event from our childhood. I guess we all store and access memories in different ways, which is why I have such poor recall of specific events, but can access vignettes pretty easily. Here are a few snippets that I recall.

  • My maternal grandparents had a standard-sized dachshund named Timmy when I was very young. When we visited their house I would sometimes curl up in his bed in the utility room to take a nap. Timmy didn’t mind; he liked me a lot, although he didn’t as a rule like children. I once lured some cousins into trying to pet him, in fact, and one nearly got nipped. It was intentionally cruel of me, and I’m not sure why I did it since I knew it was likely to happen. I guess I liked knowing I was special to the dog.
  • I fell down the stairs when I was five. My mom heard the thump when I hit the landing, but she was vacuuming the floor and thought it was my dad coming into the house from work. I can’t recall how long I laid there before I got her attention. She took me to the emergency room. There I had a very scary experience as I was relentlessly questioned by health care professionals about whether my mother pushed me down the stairs or I really did fall. I cried more from that experience than I did from the fall.
  • My sister and I shared a bedroom on the second floor of our house for many years. There was another, smaller room on the second floor that we used as a play room. When I was about seven, I decided to make it my bedroom, so I cleaned it up and told my parents it was going to be mine. That was probably the cleanest it would be in many years because I was not a neat child. Once my mother became so frustrated about how messy my room was that she pulled out all the dresser drawers and dumped the clothes in the middle of the floor. She told me I had to stay in my room until it was clean.
  • I was spanked as a child in punishment, but that stopped once I realized that they wanted to make me cry. Once I stopped crying from the spanking, they decided it wasn’t working so they moved on to banishing me to my room.
  • Being banished to my room was no big deal to me and I actually enjoyed it. I read a lot as a child and would get books at the school library that would keep me occupied. It was actually a relief to have an excuse to stay in my room because then I didn’t have to be around the craziness in my house. My parents perceived this attitude as an inability for me to be punished and it made them more angry and upset at me.

One lesson I learned from my childhood was that adults could be unpredictable, hurtful, and had little to no interest in a child’s thoughts and feelings. Another I learned was that it was best to be self-sufficient and learn how to take care of yourself and your needs for attention, comfort, and love. I think I was in my thirties when I finally got to a point of understanding and accepting my parents as the flawed beings that they were.

My mother suffered from bouts of depression and even checked herself into a mental institution for a while shortly before I was born. Her reaction to the most trying situations was to threaten suicide, and she made a few credible attempts at it, too. My father was unable to deal with this and distanced himself from the crazy atmosphere at home by working many hours. He and I were closest pre-puberty, but once I started developing into a young woman and became less interested in tomboy pursuits, he couldn’t keep the relationship going very well. His reaction to me breaking my 10 PM curfew one night when I was 16 was to yell at me and call me a slut.

My parents did some things right, though. They instilled a strong work ethic in me and my sister. We broke away from the blue-collar background in which we were raised to become successful white-collar professionals with college degrees. We both paid for school on our own through work and saving and not racking up huge student debt. We pay our taxes and vote and donate/volunteer to make the world a better place for others less fortunate than us.

They did their best in raising me and my sister. And I think the most valuable lesson I’ve learned in my 45 years of life is to be forgiving and accepting of the flaws in others.

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One thought on “Life Lessons

  1. I love the lesson about being self sufficient. As kids it’s hard to realize that sometimes adults do everything in their power to just get through the day and then collapse in exhaustion at the end of it. I like your accepting lesson too. My relationship with my mom is one of the most special ones in my life and if I weren’t forgiving or understanding, we probably wouldn’t have much to do with each other today. I’ve never written about it yet, but she also had an alcoholism problem for years. She almost lost me over it. I shall write about it someday.

    Thank you for writing a whole post on the topic. It was very interesting.

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