Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: A Case of Sexual Discrimination

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 18, Recap of Senior Year) Yes, it is time for me to move this digital letter writing along. You have a clear sense of how I have developed since those early teen years. Now, let me give a brief summary of my Senior Year in high school. First, let me share that attended a Catholic High School. It was a very unique school; it was like a little United Nations. Students from different ethnic and economic classes attended. And I must say I experienced four years of happiness during my high school years. The nuns, Sisters of Charity, were great teachers in so many ways. I actually considered becoming a nun because of them. However, obviously, from my earlier writings, that idea was dashed when I realized that I would have to make a choice between being a nun and having a boyfriend. The boyfriend won out. Still, I treasured so much the nuns who taught me. That is probably why I was so hurt when one seemed to “turn” on me.

When my senior year began, everyone and I knew who would be the valedictorian of my senior class. He was a very nice guy who was smart+. And I knew and shared with Mummy that Charlie and I would be in the running for salutatorian. Now, his strength was in the sciences. And I told Mummy during the beginning of the school year that would be the only way he would “beat” me. Of course, she encouraged me to do my best, which was not even a question that I would not try hard. I wanted to make my Mummy and Daddy proud.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: Children Mirror Their Parents' Relationship

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 20) This probably sounds silly, but I miss talking to Tom today. However, I had to type out a term paper. Whew! It took a lot of time. Tomorrow I’ll see Tom. I’ll be glad. Good Night.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 21) Tom gave me his pictures today. He sure looks handsome in his cap and gown. Bishop, I love him.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 21) Geez, I did not win the Junior Round Table Speech Contest (I think I mentioned to you about this metropolitan Human Relations group in a previous entry). Of course, I graciously congratulated the winner, but inwardly I think I ought to have been chosen as the winner. Maybe all losers think that, but the guy really didn’t put half as much “umph” as I did. Oh well, next year is another year for me to try. Thank you for helping me to accept defeat with a smile.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 22) Tom called me up tonight and told me about his acceptance to the university he wanted to attend. Great! Thank You, Lord. Please let him and me complete our education. 

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 23) Today I was accepted to the university I wanted attend. I am very thankful and happy. Also, my Mummy and Daddy are so very proud of me. 

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 24) I feel so happy. I feel so fulfilled. Tom has seemed to be the cause of this. I prayed for a guy who would really care for me and I for him. I can’t stop thanking you, Bishop, and the Lord and all my heavenly friends. Help always to act like a lady and preserve my virginity until I fall in true and lasting love with a man and get married. Then, I pray that I shall be able to bear him healthy children. I want to give love, and that is the most important thing in my life.

Monday, June 5, 2017

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: Parents, Take Time To Listen To Your Teens!

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 17) Today has been a rewarding day. Had Human Relations Panel. It was a success. I received a lot of applause. Help me to remain humble.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 18) I am reflecting on a guy I met and liked before Tom. Don’t know why, but I am. He told me about his Dad. He hasn’t had the best childhood. I felt very sorry for him. He told me how his Dad beat him with a belt buckle when he was 12 because he ate watermelon and left the rind out. His parents were divorced. They always compared his kid sis to him. Now, I knew that was something a parent should never do. But I, also, recognized that parents do made mistakes. I hoped he wouldn’t be bitter. I liked him and hoped he would like me. It was something about him, maybe it was his quietness and neatness and his vulnerability and he shared that with me. Well, as you know I got over him and met Tom and came to love him very much.

Now, why did I reflect on that guy? As I think of it, I do know why. It was at that time that I had no boyfriend. It seemed others did, but not me. I wanted a boyfriend; I wanted to go out. And at that time, it seemed that would never happen. 

I shared my dismay about my lack of a “love life” with Mummy. She said, “In time, yes, you will have the boyfriend.” However, I thought, “When will that time come?” Well, as I write, now, that time has come. As always, Mummy was right. I have a wonderful guy, Tom. I am blessed.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 19) Yes, you know how I prayed for a long time for a boyfriend. Well, the Lord, finally, did grant my wish. And this very wonderful guy, Tom, asked me to go to the prom. Me! On Sweetest Day he gave me a lovely card and a 1lb. box of candy and tonight he asked me what I wanted for Christmas! On Thanksgiving he is taking me to the Lions football game! So grand!

Saturday, January 21, 2017

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: Sex Ed

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 15) Haven’t had much time to write. Working hard in school. I need your help. I need your prayers and strength so I may preserve my virginity. This is so important to me. I love Tom so much that I wish I could give myself to him completely, but I know better. It would not be love but selfish emotions. God and all, please grant me the graces to control my emotions. I love Tom so much. I want to marry him 8 years from now. Please make it come true. I, also, hope I attain my education at University of Michigan. Please help Tom. Help me. God help Tom spiritually. This is what he needs, and this is what I want to give.

Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 16) I need Your help. Help me to make the right decisions with Tom. I must preserve my virginity and that means no petting and necking. So far I’ve done fine. No problems but I still need help. We both do. I love him; and so, I do not want to let him down. Today, we got the opportunity to kiss one another, and that was good. I’ll be glad when we can be alone and talk. About life—the funny things and the sad ones. I want him to be able to confide in me. Oh God, I love Tom. Thank You for letting me experience love. It is wonderful! It is good! Thank You!

Reflections: Well, in the 21st century, for many youngsters and parents, these entries may seem quite unrealistic and out and out ridiculous. What red-blooded female teen would even concern herself about preserving her virginity? Isn’t everybody “doing it”? Well, I was a red-blooded female teen when I wrote those passages so long ago. And I have shared them because, as I may have stated when I started this diary, I wanted to remember what it was like to be a teen in love and be able to share these feelings if and whenever I would have children.