WHAT'S THAT SPELL?
For me, it spells nostalgia. For millions of others, it spells a "cheer" heard by a whole generation. I recently found a photograph of when I was very young. It's the only one I've ever seen of myself that I actually looked happy. I even double checked with my mother that the smiling girl was me and not a body double or an alien parading around pretending to be me. She assured me that the happy young lass on the right hand side of the photo wearing the dress is me.
Here I sit trying to remember the "happy" times of my childhood. One thing for sure is that my father was not part of my happy memories. You know, it's such a shame he merely was the adult male who lived under the same roof as me. He truly epitomized what a non-participating parent is. I started thinking about what living with someone like that does to the whole family dynamics and how over time being "invisible" to someone who should love you and protect you makes being happy a difficult thing to achieve.
It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized my father never attended any of my three brothers' sporting events. What father wouldn't be proud to have jocks for sons and especially jocks who excelled at any sport they participated in? Who wouldn't be proud to have a son who was captain of the football team or a son who boxed in the Navy and was the Golden Gloves heavyweight champ of the state of Maine? Who wouldn't be proud to see their sons play college football or basketball? My father never attended any event and now I wonder how that effected my brothers... What kind of message did that send to them?
Gratitude statement: Although some things are very painful to remember, without the pain and suffering in silence I wouldn't be who I am today.
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