Without question, I believe everyone has defining moments in their life. For me, my burn injury was one of these moments but I never felt it was “the” thing that defined me. After my last post, a couple high school friends independently sent private emails essentially saying the same thing, “When we thought of you, we didn’t think of your injury.” Understanding the accident decades later is not the reason I’m writing the blog. It’s just the starting point for the storyline. When my own kids asked me, “What happened to your leg, Mom?”, there was a story to tell. Since my parents didn’t talk about the accident while they were alive, there were some missing pieces and I wanted to see if the story I thought I knew was the one that actually happened. Added to that was the fact that I thought my parents were sending some signs from beyond for me to explore the past further. And thus I began putting together the pieces of the puzzle.
Have you had a defining moment that became your starting point?
- Stripped: The Ugly Truth (momblognetwork.com)
That is essentially what I’ve learned. That in that era, there wasn’t a talk-it-out philosophy like there is today. Roles were also more clearly defined — breadwinner v. housewife. From what I’ve heard, I believe there was some simmering blame that colored their world from that day forward.
I know your parents never discussed the accident while you were alive but it must have always been simmering under the surface and coming out in other ways..