In my family growing up, (and throughout generations for my ancestors in Czechoslovakia) children are possessions. I can relate with the no food experience. When I got older and moved out when I was 15, I became anorexic, believing I did not deserve to eat. No one had ever allowed me a portion. I saw kids at school with thoughtful lunches packed by caring, generous parents. Those children deserved food. They didn't know how unworthy me and my 5 younger siblings were. We were disqualified from being children. When I got married at 18 and got my first car, I would go to a drive through and with the clearest memory (like yesterday) I remember thinking, I'm going to order TWO breakfast sandwiches!!! And eat them both!!! Because I can! There's nobody here telling me I cannot eat what I paid for with my own wages!!! I was so relieved to be allowed food. I realize now that I deserved it all along , having been blessed with 3 children of my own now, whom I love and cook for daily. I allow them to even be picky about their food lol, out of freedom. I thought our family was isolated in this matter, but alas, life has again surprised me with cousins I didn't know I had! Bless you my friend!
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