When I was23 I left New Jersey. I left all the people I knew behind and started a new life in Frederick Maryland. I think since growing older we have moved further apart. At 89 my grandmother decided to move on her own to PA. She calls and checks on me, I send her steaks in the mail and chocolate bunnies on Easter. My sister has children of her own now and I play the role of the "fun aunt". I speak to them more than I speak to her. My mother tries to call me once a week to see how I am doing. The man above is the one that had one of the biggest impacts on my life and I did not mention it in a previous post. This is my father who I have not spoken to since I was 17. He left when I was seven and never looked back. I think I struggle today to still find identity in who I am and where I belong because of this. I conclude that I think not all impacts from people in your childhood are positive but they are necessary in order for other things to be explored.
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You are very right, not every impact as a child is positive but needs to happen to grow and become who you are. I am sorry that, that happened to you. I see it all the time with children that I teach and it is enough to break your heart. Thank you for sharing that personal thought and memory.
Not every relationship is a nurturing one, i had an experience in my childhood that i refused to share with my parents,but its stayed with me,though i didn't allow it affect me negatively or change my perception of people. I still believe that people are good but only act like derailed trains. I got this analogy in a book called THE SCIENCE OF BEING GREAT, WALLACE WATTLES. He said a train isn't a bad thing because it crashed, it simply derailed. We need to know our student's families as we learnt this weak to educate the parents on relationships that may not be nurturing to the child or as teachers educacate the child on developing self esteem and have the capacity to manage situations.
Thank you ladies for all these comments. This post was the most difficult for me.
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