The One After Me

I will pass it onto another generation. My daughter will have an eating disorder in her teens, because of something I said. Then she contemplate suicide, and have to see a counselor, and I’ll be helpless. I was so close. She’ll be closer. Her avalanche is worse. Her building is taller. Her car won’t hesitate to swerve. Her knives a bit less scary. Her bathtub waters a bit safer. Her pill bottles on a lower shelf. I can’t do that to another human being. I can’t create something knowing the pain I’ll pass down. I can’t.
I can try. But it won’t do any good. I’ll have to watch all my mistakes go down a line, in order, knowing it’s my fault. I could have prevented it. I can’t. “Oh you could try.” He’ll say. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” What are the odds I’ll have a daughter stronger than me? I can’t create something to die. I don’t love me enough to duplicate what I’ve been through. I’ve seen it pass already, grandma, to mom, to me. I can stop it with me. That’s my choice. Not yours.

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4 thoughts on “The One After Me

  1. Sylvia Nair

    All of have suffered through stuff- like it or not, it has shaped us. But not necessary that we will pass it on to our kids. They may turn out to be our polar opposites! As a kid, my mother never hugged me (or even touched me with affection)- I never knew that there is something called a hug. i remember it- but it has not stopped me from hugging my kids and showing them I love them. And their love enriches my life.

    Just a viewpoint, a different one from a different world. 🙂

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  2. memadtwo

    It doesn’t always work that way; my daughters are both different from each other, and also different from me. As my mother’s influence faded for me. You are not your mother. Your child will not be you.

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    1. MissSarahAnne

      I agree with this. Your daughter could walk to school one day and be hit by a bus. There are chances we take, but the rewards of having children far outweigh risks involved.

      Reply

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