Whatever lies ahead
by Elouise
Walking toward me this morning,
the fortyish adult woman seemed
unhappy and despondent,
clutching her light jacket
and looking away
Just across the street,
grade school children shouted
in frenzies of laughter, competition
and the need to be seen and heard
How does it happen so quickly —
This fierce need to be part of the gang?
And how is it that some of us
were held back by heavy rules
and unnumbered regulations?
I’ve rarely felt so lost as I do today
during this unruly period between
diagnosis and unpleasant tests
coming toward me down a road
I never thought I would travel
Yes, I have health issues on my mind. I’m also thinking about my writing. The physical impact on my body is taking a toll. I’ll be relieved when the next set of tests has been completed.
For years, I’ve had a storyline in my head: Eldest daughter of a strict pastor/father gets married and finally has a life of her own. Rules for Good Girls go out the window. Free at last, she flies away and finds out she is a real human being.
I wish. It’s wonderful to celebrate the moment I spoke truth to my father. It was the eve of my 50th birthday. I did not deserve to be shamed, humiliated, or silenced. What was taken from me in my childhood and youth is gone forever.
Until now, I’ve hesitated to write about what it was like to study, teach, and serve as dean in academic and seminary settings. Nor have I written much about my life as a member of Christian churches.
Something tells me this is an opportunity to be welcomed. Right now I’m not so sure. Yet I know it’s time.
Thanks for listening,
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 October 2021
Photo taken by DAFraser, 10 September 2021 in the Longwood Meadow Garden
I for one will ready to read your heart. I kept so much inside of me for so long that it stunted my growth and for a while I lost me, the one God created. Write sister, write.
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Thank you, Betty! Your kind words and honest comment about yourself give me strength.
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Yes! Write, write, write! As best you can, share what your journey has been like!
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Thank you, dw! I’m so grateful for your encouragement.
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almost time to let my face grow long
movember
move over clover
and too be king midas in reverse
hurl the curse
no more
so you go out thru the open
in door.
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❤ (((HUGS))) and continued prayers for you, SweetElouise!
Keep writing, as you are able. Keep sharing your thoughts, life, stories, wisdom, humor, etc.! You will never ever ever know how much your words (and your precious heart in your words) lift me, encourage me, give me hope, help me keep going, ETC! All positives! 🙂 I look up to you.
(((HUGS)))
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Oh, Carolyn, I’m sorry it took so long to respond to your kind comment. I love seeing your (((HUGS))) and hearts and smiling faces! I think I’m still reeling a bit from this latest health issue. Hugs right back to you, and prayers for you and your family. 🙂
Elouise
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Please take one day at a time. And rest assured…God is hearing your name a LOT… praying prayers for all that you need. (((HUGS)))
Thank you for your prayers for me and my family! That means so much to me! ❤
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Dear Elouise, I wait with breath bated for your story. I would really like to hear of the day you spoke truth to your father. I think there would be many fathers who could benefit.
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Hi, John. I just posted my first salvo. There’s more to come. I’m stunned at how well I kept notes about this saga. Paging through them, it all comes flooding back, including the way it affected my professional life. Possibly the hardest and best thing that’s happened to me as an adult. I hope you’re doing at least (or more than!) OK these days. I think we’re on a downhill slope here in the USA. Tragic.
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I know our situations aren’t similar, but when I was younger, living with my parents and siblings, I always felt insignificant, unseen, and unheard. I remember wondering if I was as small as a tiny ant. I knew I wasn’t; I just was so overlooked. So I befriended our poodle Suzy. She was quiet and calm, but other than that, I’m not sure what else compelled me to reach out to her. Of course it could have been my sense of loneliness and need to belong, even if it was to a dog.
It hasn’t been until these past few months, after my dad died this past January, that I’ve been realizing that it’s because I never felt like I measured up to him or his standards. He never praised me, except to say I was pretty. But that isn’t enough to sustain anyone. And I always felt like he was disappointed in me, because he was always quick to point out my deficiencies, even when it was his job to teach me.
I was one of two middle children in a family of 4 kids. I had an older brother and 2 sisters. My brother was special, because he was the only boy, the first grandchild, and the firstborn child. My youngest sister was special since she was the baby and the last grandchild. And my older sister was special, because she was into sports. Oddly, her importance to the family had nothing to do with birth order or gender. But she did manage to get into all kinds of trouble.
Your post resonates with me, because when I finally moved out and got a job, I started to bloom. I was no longer the quiet, shy, and insecure person I used to be. Instead I became someone whom others could count on: in my job and in my home. Sorry this is so long. : ]
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Hi, KS.
No apologies accepted (for the length of your comment). Thanks so much for sharing your experience, and the structure of your family. Your self-description is totally believable: “Insignificant, unseen, and unheard.” On the other side of things (when you moved on to a job), it’s also interesting that you describe yourself as “someone whom others could count on: in my job and in my home.”
Though my dad didn’t consider me pretty, he did get it that I was a budding amateur musician, and made good grades. Apart from that, I was just another daughter, not the son he desperately wanted. I also resonate with your description of yourself as a child/teenager: “quiet, shy, and insecure.” Hopefully you’re coming to terms with your Dad’s background, and the way it affected you.
Elouise
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