There are times as I have grown older when Iâve suddenly realised I donât know something that everyone else seems to know. Does that happen to you?
These bits and pieces of information have been many and varied throughout my life. But they cropped up constantly when I was a young adult. Usually it was the little things . . . like I didnât know how to make smooth custard; and I also chucked out so many pots of burnt stewed apples. Lumpy custard with burnt apples anyone?
Sometimes though, there were relational issues when I had absolutely no idea. Such as how to relate to unknown males as a young married woman. One day, not long after Stephen and I tied the knot, I had a big heart-to-heart with a young man while sitting at a dimly lit table at a church coffee shop. At the end of the evening he offered me a lift home! I am not sure who was more uncomfortable when I showed him my wedding ring.
One sunny day a few weeks later, I smiled at a young workman labouring with a team in our street as they worked on powerlines. To my embarrassment, when I left the house a little later, a wolf-whistle echoed up the street in my direction. His supervisor growled at him â and I finally learned a valuable lesson about not encouraging strange young men.
Yes, I have Gaps!
I put these gaps in my knowledge down to the fact that I lost my mother to breast cancer when I was just 16. She was sick for a couple of years before that though, so in reality my learning from her probably stopped when I was 13 or 14 years old.
There were so many areas where, in a perfect world, I should have picked up the information from my Mum: child-rearing, keeping house, cooking, relating to people in general, relating to boys in particular, and these are just a few of them.
Then there are skills she had, which I would have loved to learn from her. For example, before my mother became unwell she made beautiful sponge cakes, our home was always filled with stunning flower arrangements, and her dress-sense was impeccable. I am sure she would have passed these things on to me if she had lived longer.
As it is, Iâve had to rely on others showing me, such as my mother-in-law, who taught me to make a sponge cake. Or I make things up myself, which is why I still have trouble working out what clothes suit me. Or at least I do research and figure it out – this is how I learnt about gardening. I am quite resourceful, and Iâve managed to make a success of many areas that were once a mystery. But I still am aware of the possibility of those gaps, and always wonder if there is something I donât know, just outside my awareness.
Yorkshire always produces great cooks!
Last year while I was visiting my sister in England, I was telling a lady called Jackie about my motherâs death when I was a teen. Jackieâs mother is still alive and well, and while she was moved by my story, she couldnât really personally engage with what I had to say.
Until I started to talk about the many places where I have gaps.
Suddenly she said, âOh, Iâve just realised. I have gaps too!â And her story tumbled out.
It turns out that Jackie grew up in Yorkshire, âAnd everyone expects women from Yorkshire to cook very well,â she said. âSo, people always say to me, âYou must a be a great cook. You are from Yorkshire!â
âBut I tell them, that no, I am not. I am a terrible cook! I never learnt.â
She leaned a little closer. âI never learnt to cook because my mother never learnt. And she never learnt because her mother died when she was 18!â
I donât think Jackie had quite realised about the huge impact her grandmotherâs early demise had made on her. It wasnât just about the cooking. The big question was: if she missed out on learning to cook, what else had her mother failed to pass on because she simply didnât know?
It wasn’t just Jackie becoming aware . . . the penny dropped for me too. Suddenly this concept of âhaving a gapâ took another turn. Â It goes much further than your own parents running out of time to pass on things they know, because there can be generational gaps. I am aware of this happening in my children too. There are things I never learnt from my mother, and so they havenât learnt from me.
It is a much bigger issue than I first thought
The fact is, everyone has gaps!
For whatever reason, either parents run out of time (like mine), or they simply donât know every detail to prepare their children for the big wide world of adulthood. Most of us do our very best to provide all the knowledge and wisdom we can, passing it on to our children at the right time. But often there are things we do not know â and the sad thing is, sometimes we donât even realise what they are.
We donât know what we donât know.
Personally, this is where I ask God to show me. It is what I did when I was first pregnant, and overwhelmed with the task ahead. And I still do it, even today. The number of times inspiration has struck, not long after praying, tells me he has shown me an awful lot!
As a result of all this, I have begun to compile a list of things my mother never taught me. Of course, there is plenty you can work out for yourself. Google and YouTube are pretty good knowledge banks these days. However, some of the gaps take a little more skill and ability, and I am still learning. Plus, I am sure there are other gaps I have yet to realise are even there!
My blog will slowly begin to feature some of these practical realities, and stories about how I learnt them. Iâll be telling other peopleâs stories too. Soon there will be a treasure trove of all sorts of things that were gaps, and how to fill them.
Let the discoveries begin!
questions for you:
Are there areas where you know you had gaps and had to fill them?
Or that you still have no idea what to do?
