Olen viime viikkoina lukenut kesäkuussa edesmenneen idolini Tasha Tudorin valokuva-muistelmateosta uudelleen. Hän oli avioerolapsi, mutta vanhempien ero johti hänen elämänsä onnellisimpaan muutokseen:
"My mother and father were divorced when I was nine, and I was sent to live with close friends... a remarkably unconventional family in Redding, Connecticut. Mama was a very independent woman and wanted to pursue her career as an artist in New York City, which she felt was impossible with a young child in tow. Suddenly, here I was, this proper little Bostonian girl raised by a Scottish nanny, thrown into a this completely unorthodox household...
It was a large, extended family, full of aunts and uncles with numerous offspring who would congregate on holidays and put on plays and charades by candlelight... We had a secret society and pie-eating contests and large banquets; we had literary games and made up sinister verses and told stories late into the night. It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. It changed my life."
Minusta tuo kuulostaa unelmalapsuudelta.
Lapsuus voi olla henkisesti joko rikas tai köyhä. Useimmilla meistä se varmaan on ollut jotain siltä väliltä. "Tavallisessa perheessä", jota sanaa on taas mantrana hoettu Kauhajoen tapahtumien jälkeen, voi lapsuus olla henkisesti äärimmäisen köyhä.
