Life in Poland


I wouldn’t say that I had a happy childhood. And I mean normal-happy not “Sweet 16-spend 50K on a birthday bash and get a BMW from my parents-happy. I just mean my childhood wasn’t especially happy. I remember packing my bag at age 10 to run away. My mother found my backpack and got so scared after she heard my plan to hitchhike from the local truck-stop that she didn’t really say anything to me for a week, good or bad, other than “don’t run away”.

I am afraid to say that it was an unhappy childhood because number one, that is totally dramatic and pathetic and I prefer not to think about it and number two because I had a home and parents and school and clothes and all that kind of stuff that some kids don’t have.

My parents are not now and were not then especially warm parents. They do tell me that they love me if I tell them first. I don’t recall any genuine hugs (I suppose there were some from an age too young for me to remember) or in fact any unnecessary physical contact such as tickling, patting on the head, holding hands except to cross the street. That makes me sad.

One bright spot in my childhood was my grandmother. She spent time with me, talked to me, taught me how to cook. I like to cook with my girls and tell them about how my grandmother had taught me. It makes me feel close to her. Oh how I wish she were still here.

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    anka skakanka
    July 10, 2012 at 6:55 pm

    Well, my childhood wasn't happy either, going through hell with my alcoholic father. My mum never knew how much I'm missing cuddles, and other forms of showing love, as she had had too many of her own troubles. But I think she knows now, and she's trying to break her habits and give me a random hug or kiss from time time, maybe because she's getting older and I don't live in Poland anymore. Maybe yours would break their habits if you were closer on daily basis? I am sure in the future your girls will remember different things from their childhood though 😉

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    Lois B
    July 11, 2012 at 8:13 pm

    I understand the connection with your grandmother and cooking. When my grandmother passed away, I said that I would like to have something from her kitchen. I now have her pumpkin colored, Bauer pottery bowl from the 1930s. I can just see it full of mashed potatoes on her Sunday dinner table, and I feel a connection through the years.

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    July 12, 2012 at 5:31 pm

    you got me thinking if maybe it's just our parents generation that's not cuddly in general – i can't remember hugs from my childhood either. nor much warmth.

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    July 15, 2012 at 1:08 pm

    I understand and feel every single word you wrote… and the worst is that I fear my kids (when I eventually have them) would one day write similar post… My only hope is my husband whose parents are so different from mine… and that his healthy childhood would make the grounds for a healthy family of ours…

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