We are alike in doing things we may not enjoy for the benefit of someone else's pleasure or needs. I'm thinking about this a lot after reading The Drama of the Gifted Child. I'm not really recommending the book, but I learned some things.
|Dragon wall pocket|
Whoever the child might've been is lost because satisfying the parents' needs is more important than what the child wants. As kids get older, layers of beliefs and values are plastered all over them, especially the message to please their parents.
Who or what would I have been if I'd been raised by someone else somewhere else? It's an unanswerable question, but I've been wondering about it a lot. Maybe I'm more me than other kids could be because I spent so much time alone running loose in the woods?
There were times when I looked at my parents and thought "You people are crazy!" and consciously chose to continue thinking whatever I believed in the first place. I'm sure there were many more times that I absorbed what they wanted me to absorb. Childhood is a long time ago though, and how do I know what was the original me and I'm thinking and living because of them?
|Dragon by G. T. Vaughn|
I laid awake in bed this week thinking about what other people want from me and trying to figure out how to get it all done. I know they don't waste much time thinking about me. I want to find a better balance. What do I really want, not what I'm "supposed to" want?
I intend to achieve maximum happiness in this life. It seems that knowing what makes us happy is the ultimate key to the mysteries of ourselves.
Illustration Friday didn't give a word this week, so more dragons. I seem to own a number of them. The clay dragon at the top is something I made from river clay.