I often wondered why
I couldn’t seem to get the support I craved from my family
when in pursuit of creative endeavours.
That recognition of achievement
to make me soar
I’ve tried many things
was good at some
Achievements stacked behind me
in my fervent chase
Yet over and over it was the proverbial
that’s nice dear, would you like a cup of tea?
Your sister got a job today
Or, well I climbed Mount Everest you know!?
No backslapping praise, no cheers and shouts
no recognition of hard work or achievement
Just seemingly quiet disinterest
glass half empty comments
Or simply, I was much greater in my time
One day a little light bulb went off in my head
no harm done and I realized The Foxhole Principle:
That family is invented to keep us safe!
So it’s not actually in their interest to have us live large…
they’d mostly prefer we keep our heads down
Not stick them up, out of the foxhole
leaving us open to being eaten, shot, maimed
chilled, frozen, stolen
Raped, pillaged or black plagued
you get the picture?
So now I see those moments of disinterest
those mentions of getting a real job
The handy pointing out of pending disaster,
and even a flu (in Lady Godiva’s case)
As trinkets of love
in a jewelled case of survival instincts
Gifted to us, by those we love
and those who love us, in return.
It works for me…
© wildwomenlove poetry
after years of listening to friends frustrations when not being recognized for achievements or effort by parents, siblings or friends, I realized the Foxhole Principle…
I love to celebrate achievements with friends and family…achievements seem much more real to me in celebration worth, than just managing to live another year…but that’s just me…