I have been thinking about my “roots” from as far back as when I became a parent, six years ago to be exact.I wondered how I will answer my own child when she is old enough to be curious about her heritage, history and ancestory. However, for the longest time I have been just thinking about it, but not really thinking deeply about it, or rather I would dismiss it.
Now, I have reached a point where I cannot ignore it anymore. It is something I want to find out for myself even more than it is for my daughter, even though I want to be able to answer her questions when they arise. I would love to just know for me.
I only have a mother to ask. No grand-parents or father to ask the parts where my mother might not be able to remember or know.
However, I have a very big problem… How do I ask my mother without “offending” her!? She has never been one to like answering those type of questions. At all!!!
I recall when I was expecting my first and only child, I was very curious about how things were with her while she was expecting me. She was very dismissive with regards to my questions, claiming not to remember that far back. I got a sense that it must have been a time she wanted to forget but then again maybe it wasn’t so exciting or eventful!? I felt as if I was offending her, so I didn’t press on as much as I would have loved to find out.
So now, I really feel at a loss, but I have to get over my fear of “mother’s reaction” because I want to know how life was like prior my entry inot her life and after. I want to know about my grand-parents, my father, my oarents relationship. Not only the terrible stuff which I have been told, but also the good times. There must have been some surely!? There must have been love and joy and silliness entwined in all those relationships…