Friday, August 26, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: What's Wrong With Mums?

Dear Diary
Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 2) I am experiencing a hard time. Mums is constantly shouting at me and insinuating nasty things about me. I don’t know why. If not for Tom, I would not be able to undergo this. Today, I shared with him my situation. We talked and talked, and I cried. I love him, God. Please let me love him forever. Please!

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 3) Today is Tom’s birthday. Super!  I got him a card.

Now, regarding Mums, today is worse than yesterday. I feel I cannot talk to Mums. I don’t know what to do. Please help me!

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 4) I got everything straightened out (practically) with Mums yesterday. Thank You!

Reflections: Well, as you can see everything was not always rosy between my mother and me. I guess this is the period when mother and daughter will have their conflicts. It was especially hard for me since I was so very close to her. And I just could not figure out why seemed so angry with me. I did everything in my power to be the good daughter. And her making nasty insinuations about my first love, Tom, and me just was not justified, even when I look back, not one of them was. 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: First Love

Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."

Dear Bishop (Now, At Age 17—Day 1) As you know I began this diary at age 13. Now, it is time to move this diary along four years. I believe I have given enough information about my early years. Now, let me move to one of the major joys of just about every teen’s life—a first love.

As for me I was the late bloomer in the love world. My focus was school, school, and school. I was active in high school in the drama club, human relations club, the Latin club, the National Honor Society, and the Blessed Mother club. Yes, I went to a Catholic high school. And outside of school, I studied drama at an institute of arts. And I was so very committed to my studies. However, as I began my junior year, I recognized that there was more to life than my studies and being a member of clubs and focusing on drama. 

I recall saying to my Mother, “Mommy, will anyone ever like me??”

My Mother assured me, “Yes, Pumpkin, just be patient. Keep in mind that if you start something fast, you end it fast. Your time will come.”