The Five Mothers I Never Got Close To

This is the book of my life and the role of five mothers in it, for better or worse. My chequered life is a story about why it’s important to build up trust and communication between you and the mother(s) in your lives. Born Me I was born in the Federated States of Malaya two days before it became the Federated States of Malaysia. Back then in 1963 my Chinese parents in Penang were poor and had four children already. All I knew later about those days were that my birth parents worked on a rubber plantation and Mum would accompany the kids on a long walk to school and home again. Then my twin sister and I came along when my mother wasn’t in top health, so we were placed in a Catholic orphanage. My family lived close by so Mum would visit the orphanage to see her babies. I like to think that while I was an infant there, my mother got real close to me and cuddled me sometimes. A doctor thought that we had “holes in the heart” or cardiological conditions, but it turned out that only I had heart trouble. When I was in my thirties, the specialists diagnosed it as supra-valvular aortic stenosis. This is a fancy name for a narrowing of the vessel above the aortic heart valve. I always felt that this physical condition was a reflection of a physical consciousness in a Soul that had taken on the worries of the world, which had solidified in the guise of a heart that didn’t allow its bearer to flow as freely as she was designed to do. Rather than being a badge of honor, my heart condition was a marker of pain and a proxy for the hurt and worry of humanity. <a href="https://medium.com/modern-women/the-five-mothers-i-never-got-close-to-68f2470a1d54">Read More</a>