They locked the door and called Tom’s uncle to stand guard. Tom was told to move away from the window but he heard what was happening. The crazy woman went back to her car but didn’t start the engine. In the event, she sat there for hours. Then her husband came and took her home.
The crazy woman was his mother and the man who took her home his father. He called the woman Mama but didn’t like her and had reason to believe that she hated him. He had been in her house not long before and tried to escape. He ran as fast as he could but she caught up with him. His grandmother came in at the end of the day and took him home. He heard the angry words spoken between mother and grandmother but didn’t understand them.
His grandmother reassured him that the crazy woman would never get him because his father wouldn’t allow it. He liked his father because he was different from his mother, especially not crazy.
Thirty-three years later Tom started to feel what it must have been like for his mother to have a child - her first - taken from her. This was when he was holding his newborn daughter. She had the most beautiful face, and she looked like his mother. For a moment he didn’t understand how this could happen, then he started to cry.
It was twenty-five years later, when he was 63, that Tom learned the beauty of “holding the opposites”. His mother was both loving and crazy, awful as well as wonderful. For the first time in his life, Tom was able to feel one big emotional bundle which contained his mother’s pain at being separated from him almost at birth and gratitude to the people who did this, for it was a lucky day for him.
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