Mama SRL

How I came to consider myself as The Lost Generation? I will explain to you in a simple outline. This could easily turn into a book, but I have no time to sit and properly write. And you have no time to properly read or listen.

WE

We are the lost generation because our parents lost us as a priority in the madness of the postmodern world. We are lost because we are trying to redefine ourselves in the alfa, beta, zeta etc. We are lost because our ways have been completely ruined and we gained the experience by trying, learned emotions by reading or watching tv (movies or tv shows). We are the generation left in the middle of the desert to survive. We are fed daily with different information to make us buy more, be more, show more. We never live, we never feel, we are simply lost.

FIRST LOSS: OUR PARENTS

We are the generation that came into a world of working moms. The powerful and strong careers of our moms meant their ego and attention was higher than the regular mom. This meant we had basically two dads. It’s complicated, I know. From the traditional family of the man going hunting and bringing food on the table, while the woman is looking after the house and kids it changed into a monster work load for moms and bee dads. This is the very equal family, where both of them are working, but one is somehow joggling old and new, and we got lost. If we had brothers or sisters, we were gone, not just lost. Somehow in the traditional family the big brother is overseeing the smaller siblings, so no chance in any attention to either kids. Mom was supposed to work, take care of home, take care of kids, … enjoy life, which life? As a small kid I was left in the care of family or strangers or then later into teenage years dragged around the city for different errands. This was no life for me, mom or dad. I feel sorry for my mom for never living her life while joggling all chores. I feel sorry for not having my dad around as he was working all the time. Lost, I tell you.

SECOND LOSS: OURSELVES

In the ever growing ego of a woman, the kids are the echo of her second career. Everything we made right had tremendous echo in society. I am not even bringing up the wrong we did as that was „shameful”. All the wrong should be forgotten, move around so no one will know about it and so on. In order to please everyone around the family, you had to be this very promising queen or uprising leader (if a boy). This meant no tears on either of us. Please stop crying! This meant there was no perspective of failure. Expectations were sky high. You have to pass this exam, you have to get into this school, you have to go to this university, you have to make something out of yourself in life. Nobody cared for our feelings. Nobody looked after our real needs. We saw strength, no empathy. We don’t know what means being empathic, what means caring, what actually means living.

THIRD CHAPTER: WHERE DO I GO?

School was supposed to be a corrective method for us to integrate in the „high” / accessible society. Yes, if we couldn’t make it, the kid should make it. But why? In all this madness, we were lost without a path. It was again the elder speaking for us. Go! Make something of yourself! I will then brag to the tribe about the great success of my child in the outer world we haven’t seen. And just because the expectations were so high, we are the generation that cannot do all our parents did. We cannot build, we cannot take from scratch the simple jobs and grow, we need to move mountains and we do, we work till we drop dead and we don’t complain. We are the lost generation among the many decisions which were not ours, the frustration and rage we felt about being lost then, discouraged and hated, nothing can be really good in our world. We are always confused.

FOURTH CHAPTER: WHAT DO I DO?

We were raised to be independent and self sufficient. Doing is our middle name. With so many expectations and demands around us, we cannot sit still. We are constantly tired, but still willing to do more. We never grew up, because we were already born mature, pure bred adults to serve the community. We have no idea what we want to do. We had no clue what we liked. We felt no passion. We did school because it was fame, ego and fashion. We did uni because it was customary. Remember the eternal scare about not going to high School? You will become a store seller. Do you want to be that? Or you will work in a factory and use your body strength all day, not your mind. You have to use your head. That’s why you have it. Great plan! Now we use our heads, our bodies are dead while running down the treadmill, and we are the sellers of our own picked goods at the supermarket. We have no idea what is the right way because our ways have sunk.

FIFTH CHAPTER: AND THEN WHAT?

And because we all graduated from the universal factory worker breeders called universities, we have little self esteem, we understand little of the out of the box thinking, we know nothing about disobeying rules. We shouldn’t after all. We are clueless about our path. Our kids have no footsteps to follow into. I guess we are the Middle Ages in the world of the Future. We were presented tampons, condoms, sex education and having kids as tabu. We have never planned for the actual living. Our parents cared less about us, but more about their egos and what others would say and think. For them, parenting was always about time spent together while doing stuff for others, but it was never a proper understanding of our needs and development.

THEM AND HOPE

Yes, this could have been a book, but writing it would take me out of my hamster wheel in which I am frenetically typing on the computer letters which I hope communicate, rather than building something. So after all our loss, we, the lost generation, the clueless survivors of the supermoms, finally have our kids. And in the roadless life we live, these kids seem to bring some sense and way into our lives. I finally have something that I am building from scratch, that I am teaching and he feels excited to be with me or his dad, to learn things from us and from all our experiences. Yes, finally we are making their own path in a clueless world which redefines its foundations. We used to have steps to take into adulthood, our steps have fallen, ways have closed, but their paths, we are building with our own hands, with our frantic way of being. I am learning to live fearless only now. I am hoping we are building the better generation, the fighters who can actually take on the world, say NO, judge art at a very early age and learn to properly lead. In reality, our generation was the slow down needed after the powerful demographics reconstructed after the war. We will be the lost generation who helped younger ones find the many paths developed through current times.

The lost generation is about us who were unique, never seen, never heard, always doing the right thing, not for us, but for others.