Celebrate You
From my birth until the age of seven I was celebrated, praised and giving much love. At least that is what I remember or chose to remember.
I’ve been told that before my biological left me with her parents, she was very abusive towards me. I don’t remember those days, and frankly I really don’t desire to. I just want to thank her for leaving me with my loving grandparents.
I’m very grateful that she realized she could not handle being a single mother. Eventually she would marry and believe that it would make a difference. When I was seven, I went to live with her, her husband and their children.
I’m not sure and will never why she even have sent for me. She already had her hands full with all their children.
At the age of seven, I became a babysitter with full responsibilities which included, feeding and diaper changing…responsibilities that a child could not performed perfectly. As a result, I was punished for not performing the duties correctly.
I was called a failure many times, and made to feel worthless. It was no wonder that I had no faith in myself, as I began to believe the stories of being worthless, I was told.
There was nothing I could do right, even my hair was too curly. As a result, all my accomplishments went unnoticed and were not celebrated.
It would take years to figure out that I was responsible for celebrating me…and to disregard the negative comments and not allow these comments to invade my peace and sanity …especially not to allow them to make me feel like I was not worthy.
The day I dared to dress as ”Cat Woman”, at a costume party and won 1St place, was definitely one of those moments I celebrated me. I was not quite the height and my hair was very curly… it did not matter; I was celebrating who I was…perfect in every way!