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azurelunatic) wrote2002-09-24 02:28 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-09-24 02:28 pm
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Writing to my mother. I miss her more and more. I might not be able to speak of everything that happens nowadays with her, because there are some things that she just would not have an easy time understanding, but there are so many things that I can speak of that she will immediately understand, without need for a complex backstory.
In some years, Nephew will feel like that about Mommy, and about me. We may have a difficult time understanding the intricacies of teen politics, but we will understand what he means by "building a house for Shammash", or Spiderman jokes, or talking about all the people we know, or about Grandma's house, or... well...
...Childhood is a strange place to look back on, once you've left, and the people who still speak the same language you spoke there are few and far between. Even those who speak different dialects of the language of childhood will never speak your mother tongue.
In some years, Nephew will feel like that about Mommy, and about me. We may have a difficult time understanding the intricacies of teen politics, but we will understand what he means by "building a house for Shammash", or Spiderman jokes, or talking about all the people we know, or about Grandma's house, or... well...
...Childhood is a strange place to look back on, once you've left, and the people who still speak the same language you spoke there are few and far between. Even those who speak different dialects of the language of childhood will never speak your mother tongue.