How often do you look back and realize that half your early life was a lie, because of the story you created in your head?
A series of childhood events lead me to connect dots with my ever-so creative brain. So well, into my early childhood, I grew up thinking that I was not really cared for and possibly an adopted kid. Years later, when maturity hit early, and I opened about my childhood feelings during my mid-teens, my life changed all over again.
I realized that back then, while nature vs. nurture played up my psyche, my eavesdropping contributed to most of the story’s baseline.
Few eavesdropping instances and enlightenment long after –
- I was a puny, not-so-little dark-skinned baby when I was born. – True statement but not as monstrous as I visualized.
- I realized beauty routines are best to start as a toddler, so I scoured myself with my poop. – Quite a few toddlers have done that activity, so I was no exception.
- I got shoved into a garbage bin as a toddler. So, I overheard one too many times. – Back in the days, my great grandmom feared that I would be mistaken for a kid from the tribal group in the village. And, she hid me beside a basket when someone from their community dropped by to our place. (Still silly to hear but love makes you do weird things sometimes).
- The standard sibling statement of, ‘you are adopted’ circulated in the house. – ALL siblings say this, and this is a cardinal rule in the older sibling manual.
- I ran away from the house when I was 2, which kept itching at the back of my head that the family did not bring back the right kid home. More on it here – Escapades of a 2-year-old, me! – I accepted that I was & am in the right place.
- Last but not least, I have always been ever-so-different from any immediate or extended family members; this did not add well with point 5. – I learned to appreciate the differences and started to love them.
Moral of the story –
- If you are a kid when grown-ups talk, please don’t eavesdrop. 🤭 True to all 6 of 6.
- Ask questions when you have one. The story in your head might be far from reality. It might be exciting and novel-worthy, but still.