Dear Friends,
There was a
time when filial love consisted of a great deal of respect
and gratitude, a bit of fear, a dash of anger, a pinch of resentment and some
sense of responsibility.
And then, came
along Freud and ruined everything! He called it the “Oedipus” and “Electra”
complexes and complicated matters further by digging into everyone’s
“childhood!” From above Paradise to therapist’s office! Indeed, we mothers have come a long way!
Although I’m
sure my name has been taken in vain on therapists’ couch more than once, I
remain grateful that I was not expelled! Khoda-ro-shokr my sons, although
holding a long list of grievances, continue to like me, enjoy my humour and love my cooking!
I’m also grateful
to have had the fine sense of being a good daughter to my parents. At least, on
one side of the fence - I am guilt-free!
Have a
complex-free day everyone!
we all have our baggage, though I'd like mine to be Vuitton. And hey, nothing says Ahhhh, like a good therapy session!!
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