Adult and Child – Aug 2013

The 9-year-old I was had to survive as an adult too soon, even without the memory of these moments, with an anonymous sense of deep meaning.
The photo I remember we had taken at school around that time, our whole group with the form teacher, shows me looking exhausted. She was, I remember, yet left prone to sensitivity and passivity, unable to a large extent to speak her truth, for a long time.
The adult I became, is accustomed to anxiety, some eccentric and unhelpful behaviour, and being easily overwhelmed.
Now a grandmother, I am still learning:I can talk inside with the child and calm her – after all, it was she who prevented that I, the adult die.


~ by Barbara S on August 18, 2013.

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