I, as they say, are a rich grandmother. I have three children and five grandchildren. All my life I tried to raise them with decent people, honest and hardworking. Probably all parents dream of this. They say that it is impossible to spoil love. Personally, I think so too.
But to love and pamper is not the same thing at all.
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And now we continue to read the letter of a caring grandmother.
Our post -war generation was brought up in great severity, but at the same time they tried to give all the best to children. I saw little parents. For several years they lived in the north, earning the living and education of our rather big family. I had an older brother and two younger sisters. In his free time, they were engaged in housework and in the garden. We all lived with a grandmother in a private house with a large garden on the outskirts of Moscow. She herself was unusually hardworking. I never sat idle. Grandmother sewed us, knitted, taught to work and grandchildren. But she kept us in the “hedgehog mittens” and demanded an unconditional obedience. This style of education seemed to her the only possible. She was sure that there is no excessive severity, but without punishment, including physical ones, it is impossible to “take people into people”. I remember one case for my life.
It was like that. At the age of six, my teeth began to hurt hard. Grandma went with me several times to the dentist. Is it worth it to say how painful it was and how I was afraid of these trips to the clinic. Once I “announced a strike”. On the buffet lay a ticket for a reception. I took out and broke it, and then hid from my grandmother in the garden. Returned only by evening. The next morning my grandmother took me and led me to the police department. She quite seriously informed me that there was just a place for such hooligans. I cried for a long time from humiliation, fear and resentment. I still can’t forget this punishment.
We got older, but my grandmother still did not give us freedom. It is not surprising that I grew up very clamped, constrained, shy. I was afraid to do something wrong all the time. Parents did not understand my problems. Arriving from long business trips, they rejoiced at what a modest, serious daughter they had. Other children, especially the brother, entered into adulthood very early: the sisters got married immediately after graduation, the brother went to study in Leningrad.
I also hurried to get married, thinking that so I would free myself from my grandmother’s guardianship faster.
To be continued…
Lyudmila Zakharova
From letters to the magazine “Social Protection”