I am about posting one of these posts tonight that I’d feel strange about in the morning. Maybe.
I’m listening to nostalgic Hebrew music while Bogart is lying comfortably on my lap and the laptop, the one of the two that survived Bogart, is in front of me. Only 2 sources of light in this Thurs night (computer in front of me and bathroom to my left).
This song I’m listening to is about the passage of years, about childhood- beautiful Israeli music: “got old suddenly”- yes, HOW DID IT HAPPEN?
“The paradise of childhood”- what paradise? Didn’t have that. My childhood totally skipped Paradise.
Thing is- these very days- gone is the Shame and the Guilt that burdened me for 6 decades. I’m having the childhood I never got to have- one free of shame and guilt.
And I mean, Shame and Guilt, big case letters.
Wow- the one who birthed me- so much Shame (she said: “You are a big Zero”)- “YOU ARE A BIG ZERO” was her message. And it registered loud and clear.
And she never retracted it, as in saying “I was wrong”. No, she never relaxed that “You’re a Zero” message.
And so, that is her legacy in my life. That and nothing else. U’re 1 Big Zero: the legacy of a “mother”.
Fast forward 6 decades, and I’m okay. My goodness, almost 10 pm here. Good night.
Anita