I grew up in a two parent middle class household. My father was a self employed mason and housebuilder and my Mother was first a supermarket cashier and later the head seamtress at a state school. There was always money for food, for a new Easter outfit, for Christmas presents and a new bike.
My parents loved me. And although I'm sure she didn't think twice about it, and certainly never meant to hurt me, my Mother gave high regard and high priority to the opinions of others. The teachers. The neighbors. The relatives. The priests. In my Mother's eyes, these opinions carried weight that mine did not.
Even early on, I handled this by being charming, funny, smart, entertaining, seemingly self-confident. I worked at being liked. It was, I think, my way of being heard.
So when I did this exercise with a group of colleagues, I realized that it might be time, finally, for me to put my thoughts and opinions front and center, ahead of and before they were filtered or adjusted through somebody else's perceptions. It is time for me to stand proud and firm behind myself, and I am so glad.
Who was on my bus? I was a little girl in a small world. I think it's kind of charming that I counted RinTinTin, Sally Fields, and my parakeet among my companions and supporters.
What was your childhood?
What did you want people
to understand about you?
Who was on your bus?
Of course I love your comments. I adore reading every word of them. But if you'd like to draw out your answers, maybe share them on your own blog, well....I hope you do. You might find yourself saying hello to a special child you've always known.