This would set the stage for my attitude about failure and getting hurt for the rest of my life. I adopted the idea at a very young age that crying and whining accomplished nothing, and was a sign of sheer weakness. Through my cracked tailbone and broken noses (yes, two times) I never shed a tear. I was simply physically incapable. My body refused to react for fear of appearing feeble. The strange thing is that who was I afraid of looking weak in front of? Now I realize it was probably my older cousins, for our 19 person clan of under 12 year olds lived by the idea of survival of the fittest, and I suppose I was simply proving my fitness.
2) Why didn't anybody help me?
In a big family, you learn to fend for yourself. None of my cousins in the hot tub with me alerted an adult or provided a shoulder to kneel on as I bloodily hopped to the door. In accordance to big family mentality, if the person is breathing and able to move, they can handle their own business.
3) Why is a mother the best person to bandage you up?
Mothers not only offer mental comfort with hugs and soothing voices, but apply physical comfort as well, seeing as they know how to fix up a scraped knee. Mothers are sympathetic and nuturing by nature and care both about the physical and mental health of their children, for any injury- big or small.
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