Susan Gaines
Bio
A word-loving, creative, woman who is just happy to be living life.
Stories (2/0)
Mother
So much of who we are is tied up in the word “mother.” The one who gave us life. The one who loved us first. The one who met our needs encouraged us, and helped us thrive. Why is it that the ties that bind are even tighter when “mother” only gave us life and left out the rest?
By Susan Gaines5 months ago in Journal
Intimidating or Intimidated
I was absolutely born a squishmallow. Unfortunately, I was not born to squishmallow parents. My childhood didn't allow for a tender heart, so I learned to hide it early on. From my earliest recollection, I was told I was mean. I often wonder if their saying that was an attempt to make it so. To make me like them. My siblings were both tender-hearted as well. Yet they were born with something I was not, the ability to comply. Born 9 years after my brother and 10 years after my sister, I came out with a spirit that my mother would be unable to break. She did her best to try. Whether she broke my siblings' spirits or whether they lacked the desire or ability to fight back, I am unsure. I always saw them as so much kinder and gentler than I was. They were both fairly passive and did whatever my mother asked to stay off of her radar.
By Susan Gaines5 months ago in Journal
