tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post3961428936871278087..comments2024-01-31T07:54:13.816-08:00Comments on Diamonds in the Sky with Lucy: rites of passageKayce aka lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479940262271959482noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-19376961001860047762009-06-16T08:56:42.514-07:002009-06-16T08:56:42.514-07:00ahhh...this really has me thinking.
what of all t...ahhh...this really has me thinking.<br /><br />what of all the abused children out there who never felt they were children at all? who were forced to "be adults" way too early?<br /><br />really...what of them? (i hope that doesn't read as contrary; i am being utterly sincere here.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-85556197484936967622009-06-14T19:32:01.044-07:002009-06-14T19:32:01.044-07:00I would say that the biggest transition in my life...I would say that the biggest transition in my life was when I made the decision to divorce my husband and did it. It was greater than marrying him at age 19 as I was just doing "what was expected" of us girls then. In fact until I was nearly 40 I only stepped where I thought I "should" in line of what was "expected" of me. I did not feel the genuine feeling of owning myself, only following the patterns of a female, stay at home mother and wife. My transitions have seemed to come on the decades now and you and I Lucy will probably have a "face to face" conversation about those transitions:)<br /><br />I loved this post and I'll remember to carry a two x four if there's some point I really want to make with you!!!!<br /><br />xoxoxoxDianna Woolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901349180265745138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-56689567818417057222009-06-14T11:08:35.078-07:002009-06-14T11:08:35.078-07:00It usually takes big events for me, too--going awa...It usually takes big events for me, too--going away to grad school (the first I ever left home--nearly broke me); marriage; buying a home; the birth of my son.<br /><br />And as I'm sitting here, pondering and typing, I'm realizing that the shift into my forties has been/is a transition point. I'm beginning to accept that my youth stage is gone, that I'm firmly in adulthood, that my dreams need to become a (much) higher priority, that my son is going to grow up and leave and not only is that good, it's the way it's supposed to be...<br /><br />I'm going to think about this some more....Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09182248478422009913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-60784544339795534962009-06-14T03:41:27.098-07:002009-06-14T03:41:27.098-07:00Interesting question, and I completely agree we ha...Interesting question, and I completely agree we have nowhere near enough formal rites of passage. Did you ever see the film Emerald Forest? It looked at the (fictional) life of a tribe of Indians living in the Amazonian rainforest. The portrayal of a youth crossing to manhood by means of simulated death and rebirth had real resonance.<br /><br />I remember always chasing after financial independence and wanting to be "grown-up". Right from early teenage years if not before. I dropped out of school early, didn't go to university, and left home to share a flat with three other girls at 17 shortly after I got my first job. I was greedy for adulthood but had no idea what it meant.<br /><br />In some ways I still feel stuck at that point. I'm not sure I have any more idea now what being an adult means! I wonder if it's something to do with never having had that other rite of passage: parenthood.Tesshttp://www.anchormast.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-20751286351316022872009-06-13T14:59:46.742-07:002009-06-13T14:59:46.742-07:00Good question, lucy. It is difficult for me to dra...Good question, lucy. It is difficult for me to draw the line, but for sure it blew into reality when I went away to grad school. I was now financially independent. I coudl provide better for myself than they could. I crossed the age barrier my parents set. I selected a grad school 1000 miles from home, so I could only visit home once or twice a year and my parents had no say in that decision. My life started to turn around and I blossomed.<br />I had started to pay my own way with scholarships long before this, but that undisputable age barrier (21) not being crossed, my own lack of confidence and their smothering emotionalism made the break impossible before then.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17078914306329037697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15693384.post-26976984185481360222009-06-13T14:22:10.624-07:002009-06-13T14:22:10.624-07:00Ah, rites of passage, kicking and fighting the who...Ah, rites of passage, kicking and fighting the whole way :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com