The Functional Dysfunctional Family

Being a pretty, voluptuous teenage girl brought out all the taboo's folks put on her during the 60s. Shy as she was, she knew she attracted the boys. Not by her choice but by her breasts. Often when walking home from school there would be whistles and comments that actually scared her. As she arrived home, there was more fear. Mom was calling her names. Pointing her finger and accusing her of asking for that evil attention. What was worse? Whistles and comment or accusations that were just not true?

The baby was gorgeous. Beautiful face. Perfect in everyway. The sweetest cry just before she hugged him close to nurse. Soon his Daddy would be home from work and cuddle this bundle of joy as she had done most of the day. They were going to be the best parents a child could have. At sixteen she did a great job being a mom and his Daddy worked hard to give all he could to house and feed them. Who could have guessed that the dysfunctional family she had grown up in could actually make her change the future for her child. She would not be like her mom and dad. The chain had to be broken. The one thing that was forefront in her mind to change was to never humiliate her children as she had been for years.

Parenting needed to show love. Never a need to humiliate. Discipline, yes, but no physical or mental abuse. Even this 16-year-old mother knew this. Why didn't her folks know it?.

To be continued.

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