Thank you. We have so many more choices and chances in today's world than they had in theirs. I know we are forever grateful they were determined enough to give us a chance to live our lives!
Absolutely! And you are so right that we have more choices and chances than our ancestors did. My mother was afraid to cry because in her twenties after a very difficult childhood, having to find her way without any assistance from her family, live through a depression, etc., she had a breakdown. She started crying one day and couldn't stop. She had a great deal to cry about. But in those days, she was labeled with the diagnosis of a "nervous breakdown." And when her tears finally dried, she never again let herself cry. Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine my life without the benefit of my tears. Thanks for helping me to remember this. 💟
My mom cried during Mary Poppins. My dad had to ask her what a feeling was. Growing up I was more like my dad. I worked hard to get in touch with and be able to shed my tears. However, in my family, they really adhered to the concept of not airing private family dynamics in public... "dirty laundry" as mom defined it. Yet, she let me know she learned as much from me as I learned from her. She used to say, "When it's in your own family, you can't see it." Hmm. Denial is not just a river in Egypt. I don't know why previous generations didn't grok to the concept that it was AFTER the rains that the rainbow arrived. Perhaps they were that afraid of the rainbow. It is great to inherit their strength, but so therapeutic to add emotional growth and soul development to the roster of available human qualities. Thank you for letting me know this helped you. I appreciate your comments. I'm sorry your mom had to survive it all without help. It's always amazing to me how women in touch with their emotions are "hysterical." The word is healthy!!!
Oh my gosh, you had me at "my dad had to ask her what a feeling was." Wow, and at the same time, I get it. This new generation has no idea the progress we've all made in the last 60 years. And you are one hundred percent accurate, the word is and should have been "healthy." That's the gift I took away in my generation. And I've no doubt my mom is smiling down, and shedding any and every tear she might like to any time she might like to. Hooray Mom! 💟
Let's find a way to get our mothers connected. My mom's birthday was 11/10/1934. She was a native Southern California girl. I sent you my email. Tomorrow I will send you a collage of my mother so you can show it to your mom, and maybe visa versa... I know my mom can hear me and I feel her so strongly. Driving home from the desert today I had a little chat with her, the way I know and remember she used to chat with her youngest son, my favorite brother who died in 1993 at the age of 31. I know part of what is our work is to impart what we have learned in our 60 years of change and evolution because it wasn't just Disneyland and amusement parks. It was deep and serious, making it okay to define ourselves, be who we want to be, and live the lives we want to live.
This is quite interesting. I had flashes of some of my relatives. You've given me license to ponder their complicated stories! 💟
Thank you. We have so many more choices and chances in today's world than they had in theirs. I know we are forever grateful they were determined enough to give us a chance to live our lives!
Absolutely! And you are so right that we have more choices and chances than our ancestors did. My mother was afraid to cry because in her twenties after a very difficult childhood, having to find her way without any assistance from her family, live through a depression, etc., she had a breakdown. She started crying one day and couldn't stop. She had a great deal to cry about. But in those days, she was labeled with the diagnosis of a "nervous breakdown." And when her tears finally dried, she never again let herself cry. Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine my life without the benefit of my tears. Thanks for helping me to remember this. 💟
My mom cried during Mary Poppins. My dad had to ask her what a feeling was. Growing up I was more like my dad. I worked hard to get in touch with and be able to shed my tears. However, in my family, they really adhered to the concept of not airing private family dynamics in public... "dirty laundry" as mom defined it. Yet, she let me know she learned as much from me as I learned from her. She used to say, "When it's in your own family, you can't see it." Hmm. Denial is not just a river in Egypt. I don't know why previous generations didn't grok to the concept that it was AFTER the rains that the rainbow arrived. Perhaps they were that afraid of the rainbow. It is great to inherit their strength, but so therapeutic to add emotional growth and soul development to the roster of available human qualities. Thank you for letting me know this helped you. I appreciate your comments. I'm sorry your mom had to survive it all without help. It's always amazing to me how women in touch with their emotions are "hysterical." The word is healthy!!!
Lisa, can you email me at info@sueferrera.com. I have an idea I'd like to share with you. I tried to send it here, but it's bouncing back. Thanks!
Oh my gosh, you had me at "my dad had to ask her what a feeling was." Wow, and at the same time, I get it. This new generation has no idea the progress we've all made in the last 60 years. And you are one hundred percent accurate, the word is and should have been "healthy." That's the gift I took away in my generation. And I've no doubt my mom is smiling down, and shedding any and every tear she might like to any time she might like to. Hooray Mom! 💟
Let's find a way to get our mothers connected. My mom's birthday was 11/10/1934. She was a native Southern California girl. I sent you my email. Tomorrow I will send you a collage of my mother so you can show it to your mom, and maybe visa versa... I know my mom can hear me and I feel her so strongly. Driving home from the desert today I had a little chat with her, the way I know and remember she used to chat with her youngest son, my favorite brother who died in 1993 at the age of 31. I know part of what is our work is to impart what we have learned in our 60 years of change and evolution because it wasn't just Disneyland and amusement parks. It was deep and serious, making it okay to define ourselves, be who we want to be, and live the lives we want to live.