Childhood
Mother's day confessions
Dear Michelle, Hey mum, I’ve never told you this before but I don’t feel anything for you. I don’t think I ever have unless you count fear which demonstrably is not a mother’s day thing and yet I still feel the need to write this down.
By Eireann Bullimore4 years ago in Confessions
Driving to School
Dear Mom, It has been three years since the last time I saw you, and today I realized how funny memories can be. There are certain things we will never forget and there are other things we beg to forget. The look on your face when we last saw each other is something that haunts me to this day, and I beg and pray every day to forget it. That never happens.
By Deborah Simões4 years ago in Confessions
Letter #2
Mom do you remember when I was in my early 20’s and I foolishly wrote a letter detailing all your faults, downfalls, and failures in my childhood? I had read somewhere that you were supposed to write out all the hateful things you wanted to say, and then burn the letter. I didn’t burn mine I sent it. Effectively breaking both our hearts in one incredibly immature gesture. It took years to heal the damage I had done, and years to forgive myself for it even after you had. Now over a decade later this challenge took me back to that moment, pouring out my heart to my mother once again. This time with the wisdom of age, and the grace of perspective, acknowledging that all the parts I love about myself, were the best parts of you. I had intended it to be funny, I wanted to make you laugh, bring back happy memories, inside jokes, and family secrets. I didn’t intend to ugly cry into a handful of paper towels, rubbing gritty eyes so that I could see the screen and find a rhyme for cycle (I couldn’t). But we did break cycles mom, so many of them, and I am breaking this one too. Writing you a new letter, full of new words, and I know that you’re going to cry like I am crying, so I don’t want to send it to you. I confess I don’t want to be the reason you cry today, even if I know they will be proud, happy tears. So, I am sending it to the world instead, to take the edge off, and then one day soon, I’ll share it with you, and we’ll cry together.
By Kavi Warrick4 years ago in Confessions
The First Time I Felt Bad
Hey Mama, Remember on Sundays we would go to church. This Sunday was Easter Sunday. This was a special day to you because in our family this was the day Jesus was resurrected. It meant that eternal life was granted to whoever believed in him. You always had a routine on Sunday mornings. You would cook breakfast, listen to music, wake me up to eat, then go and get yourself dressed. This morning I was tired from being up all-night watching cartoons on TV.
By Tieona Simone4 years ago in Confessions
"Help, I Fell And I Can't Get Up!"
This will be this first time I’ve shared this secret and I know my mom will be shocked if she ever finds out. Even as an adult I do not think I want to admit my truth, although it’s funny now that I think about it, back then it would have gotten me in a lot of trouble had my mom known what really happened. Ok here it goes, back in the early nineties I was around ten years old, me my mom and sister lived with my grandmother and other family members. It was a total of eleven people in one house and I was always finding ways to get attention from my mom. I was a very active kid and I always wanted to be seen and heard, I would do something outrageous just to get some kind of reaction from someone in the house we lived in. For an example, my uncle had a Sega Genesis, and when he went to work, I would sneak in his bedroom and play his video games. One day I was playing the video game, and I glanced to my left and on my uncle's dresser, I noticed he had some clippers. I turned the game off and became “Curious Cathy” and started to examine the clippers.
By Paris Fenison4 years ago in Confessions
Unsent Sentiments
Dear Mummy, I don’t know what to say. You are comforting and I can feel you genuinely want to be nicer to me. I wish I could have a worse memory and let us start from scratch. But I just can’t let go of all the things you said, all the things you did and how much you passed on to me. I know you were treated so badly too, I know your behaviour had a reason, that you were so torn down by everyone and everything. It's weird, I feel like looking at our relationship is like looking through 3D glasses. On one hand, I got my heritage from you, my appreciation of beautiful things, common sense and magic. But on the other end there is anger, paranoia and shame. It’s so hard mummy, you hurt me so much when I was your child. After being distanced, being in different countries, and now back again, you treat me better. I see the glimpses of improvement, but I just can’t get over it. The uncomfortable twitch inside my gut wriggling and writhing around reminding me of how it was. You give me these warm hugs and the worm in me sends me chills and I just can’t return the warmth.
By Corriander4 years ago in Confessions
The Abandoned Kid
When you think of your childhood usually its not with dread and fear, mine was. I didn't have a steady childhood I was in and out of foster care from 3 years to 10. I remember the fear wasn't because I was scared of someone. No that came later. It was rather I was good enough or cute enough for a family to like me. Most of the time it was the constant worry about my siblings. See when my life changed forever it was hard to realize that the system, as scary as it is, was better than where I was. It all came to a boil in October of 1993.
By Brandi Gillaspie4 years ago in Confessions
A shameful daughter tales
We’re all here because of the love our parents has for a little “playtime” right? Lol, we may not know (definitely don’t want to know) how EXACTLY we got here but we do know the “do” was done. Some of us have mother’s and no father and we tend to give our mothers the father role because the man who helped concieve us were out not in the picture. Well at least I know for years my mother gave herself that role and even played it well.
By Keasha Sanders4 years ago in Confessions
