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Oh. This is a hard one. I’m writing my memoirs/ autobiography. At first I thought the prompt was to write about your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling. That would have been easy. I’ve been writing that stuff for a couple of months.
Ah, but the fine print. “A phrase you grew up with.” A million phrases come to mind. “Jesus Loves You.” “For God so loved the world…” ” You aren’t worth the leather it’d take to blow you to kingdom come.” Is the couch ready with someone taking notes? Yeah, mix messages much?
But as crazy as home life was, the overwhelming spoken and unspoken phrase was love. I think that is how I survived. I was surrounded by relatives full of love. When home life was level it was full of love, too. So at 72, I finally say the phrase is the word Love.
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A lovely post 💜💜💜
Thank you.💕❤️💜
Interesting. The take on the phrase I remember was “You aren’t worth the powder it would take to blow you to hell…” I wish I could remember the “love” part of the family dynamic, but it seemed sorely missing where I came from. Mother’s Day is always a mixed bag. I’m so glad you remember the love in your family! You certainly are one of the beautiful people who sends it into the world all the time. Blessed to have you in my life. ❤
It has been a surprise, this writing. So many times I’ve tried diaries and journal and I got stuck at the traumas and had to quit writing. Lots of counseling and memory loss seems to bring the good memories. Or maybe seeing all my cousins on Facebook has helped me realize how much love was there. Having good friends like you has made this part of my life a beautiful thing. I’m blessed to have you in my life, you bring love from places you never had filled. I know.🤗😘💜🙏💕❤️