My mother always said that childbirth was so horrible and painful that she would never consider having more than one child. I think from that day of August 21, 1940, when I was born, she changed. Not only did this traumatize her forever, but she also had to SHARE her husband, her best friend.
I ended up being Daddy's girl, his princess. He adored me. I was never spanked. My Daddy and I went to movies, basketball games, played tennis barefooted.. Mama never wanted to go. He even shopped for my school clothes.
...but she did everything a "good "mother would do for her daughter but it was difficult for her. It didn't seem natural. She lacked confidence even though she was a beautiful woman and educated through junior college. She had no close friends that I remember. She buried herself into gardening. I never saw her read a book, take up any hobby or really laugh out loud. Looking back, I think she lived with depression most of her life. When I was 14, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was 44.
About Me
- Islands in the Sun
- I always search for the unique, flavored by different cultures and religious art. I am raising a grandson and learning patience, deep love and forgiveness. I am calmed by the sea, the rain, the sun, and sounds of nature. I like my own company and yet I find almost every new person I meet interesting in some way. I have such special friends. I am grateful.
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