This is not a story I thought I’d ever tell. I’m not sure how it even came up. I was talking with friends about the issues of teenage girls. I blurted this out and my friend, Jay got such a kick out of it that I later thought maybe there was something here to share. So this is for you, Jay. By the time I was thirteen I didn’t like my parents one bit. I didn’t want to spend any time with them. I can’t tell you why exactly, but back then I had a million reasons. One night at supper my father announced that he was taking his first vacation in seventeen years. They were going to a cabin on Lake Michigan (owned by some relatives I didn’t know) for a week and I was to come along. I instantly and loudly protested this idea. I thought I should be allowed to stay home. After all, both of my sisters were in town; one home from college for the summer and the other married and living just a few blocks away. I thought that was more than adequate supervision. My parents thought otherwise. We argued back and forth for days before the departure and finally I got a great idea. I just wouldn’t talk to them at all! Even so, I was packed up and ordered to the back seat of the car. Once you start something like that, when do you stop? I didn’t speak to my parents once during the whole trip. They tried everything to bring me out of it, I’m sure. I was not budging. I sullenly sat without making a sound. As I recall, it wasn’t always easy to maintain my silence. I was and still am very fond of talking. I almost slipped a couple of times. After we returned home I slowly resumed my speech after a few days. I’m sure the first words I said were not pleasant or courteous. Interestingly, my parents decided to take the “see no evil” approach and nothing more was ever said about it. For many years I justified my actions (they should have left me home) but now I admit I am rather ashamed of my behavior. I ruined their vacation for sure. Years later my father began telling this story and he brought it up time and time again. It was the first story about me he told my husband before we were married. A warning perhaps? Just so we’re clear, I never did this again. I’m still trying to figure out all the lessons that occurred during this episode of my life. You can say I was a child and didn’t know what I was doing, but I did. I knew that what I wanted was more important than anything else in the world. I thought nothing, no one else, mattered. Today, that thought frightens me.
Teresa Sue McAdams, co-creator of “Today’s Journey Tarot”, co-author of “Today’s Journey Tarot, A Traveler’s Guide”, co-author of “Tarot Meditations, A Journal for Self Discovery”, and author of “Lessons, The Wisdom Within Each Moment”