Reflections on Growing up with Michael Jackson

It is with a sad heart today that I write this blog.  My brother, Gotham, and my father, Deepak, have both written beautiful articles remembering our friend, Michael Jackson.  I debated writing something or not, and in the end decided to write for my own healing process.

My brother and I had a magical childhood, and much of this was because of Michael.  For us, Michael let us visit Neverland like it was our own – from movies to playing video games to bumper car rides to playing with the chimps to eating amazing chocolate chip cookies, we were able to take our cousins and friends to this magical place and just have pure fun.  Eating meals with Michael in those days – almost 20 years ago now – was always an experience.  He would start humming a tune and then excuse himself.  When he came back, he would giggle with delight, explaining how music just came to him and he had to record it to save what came, he always said, came from some place else.  Every moment we were with Michael, I would be utterly comfortable and utterly in awe at the same time.

My relationship with Michael was very different from that of my father and brothers.  Michael and I shared an absolute love for children, and his heart cried about the pain children around the world faced.  One day, while chatting with him about his upcoming Super Bowl performance, Michael was brainstorming how he could use the worldwide exposure for a greater cause, and the Heal The World Foundation was born.  My first job, after graduating from college, was to launch the foundation with a small team.  I was so proud of the work we did in that short time, only to find that our good intentions came to a halt when Michael was accused the first time of child molestation.  Over night, understandably so, non-profits backed away from our efforts and we quietly closed shop.  My family always maintained our belief that Michael was innocent in both cases – for those that were close to Michael, all would admit he was quirky and had bad judgment at times.  But to think Michael could abuse a child was unfathomable in my mind.

Over the last decade, my relationship with Michael continued to be focused on kids, but now our own.  (We remained connected through my best friend, Grace, who served as their nanny for many years.) It was amazing for me to witness in those early years how enamored Michael was with his children.  He changed their diapers through the night, sang and played with them, rocked them to sleep, bathed them and had to change his own outfits when they threw up on him – the same routine that all parents know and love. In the few times we spoke, he would always reflect on the miracle of being a parent.  He also protected them in a way that reflected his own lost childhood, and his paranoia about being taken advantage of.  Paris, Prince and Blanket are three beautiful children.  With Michael gone, I truly pray that they will find some peace and be spared the heart wrenching pain that their father faced time and time again in his life.

I write this blog in London after having a very surreal encounter with the kind of people that Michael was always paranoid about.  I will spare the details, but in those few hours, where I felt my kids were in a vulnerable situation, I had just the tiniest insight into why Michael became so paranoid in his life.  So sad that such a trusting soul had to become so distrustful.  Because truly he was a loving, trusting soul.

Here in London, like in much of the world, every television channel paid tribute to Michael Jackson.  As I watched some clips with my two young daughters (7 and 5), I found I had so much to explain to them.  Why did he have white skin (he had a skin disease)?  Why did he look so different from when he was a kid? (A fascinating discussion about plastic surgery followed).  Why did he look so weird? Why did he hide all the time? What’s going to happen to Prince, Paris and Blanket?  I patiently answered their questions, focusing on being a mom that needs to help her children understand a confusing world.  The reality is that Michael’s life and story brings up painful questions about how we see the world, see ourselves and treat others.    

And, as we were watching, the Heal the World video came on.  And finally after holding back all morning, my tears streamed down freely, as my two daughters held me.  Hearing that song, in which Micheal sang about healing the world…

Michael truly had a gift to heal – his music and his sweet soul touched billions – and for that, I hope he will be remembered.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
Mallika Chopra

About Mallika Chopra

Mallika is Tara and Leela's mom. She's written two books inspired by them - 100 Promises to My Baby and 100 Questions from Her Child. She started Intent to realize her personal intention to connect with others by sharing and listening to each others stories.

62 Responses to Reflections on Growing up with Michael Jackson

  1. ardverk July 7, 2009 at 10:50 am #

    None of us are perfect, rkhullari, sir. We can all be wise after an event that was of a confusing complexity, anyway.

    Love waits in the wings…..do you have yours yet?

    ed

  2. miguelito July 7, 2009 at 11:14 pm #

    miguelito Mallika, with such love in your heart and the words of sincerity flowing from your mouth, I am moved beyond this life with your thoughtfulness and compassion. We will always love Michael, but again we will love those like you that recognize the goodness and kindness that he always lived fully. He never got to live as a child and he did it as an adult and there is no crime in that. For all of you that have poison in your hearts, it is poisoning you and not the one who has gone on. For me all those words are sad departures from compassion and thoughtfulness. Mallika, My gratitude always for the kindness and goodness that you are and portray in your life. My heat to yours. Miguel

  3. lightreign July 11, 2009 at 11:48 am #

    To the Jackson family and all those who love Michael Jackson:

    Michael

  4. lightreign July 11, 2009 at 11:50 am #

    Wonderful, inspirational words Mallika. I would like to share a tribute to Michael that my mother, Barbara wrote after hearing of his passing. He has always been a hero of mine, not just for his music but for his soul expression and his refusal to conform to what a less aware world expected of him. He is much like another hero of mine: Mozart. Both absolutely unique spirits and were brief visitors to our world to dispense Light through their work and more importantly, just by being THEMSELVES…even at the expense of the inevitable ridicule they must endure for doing so.

    Following are Barbara's words. I hope they find their way to the Jackson family. I am not sure they truly understand THIS facet of their brother's soul…

    To the Jackson family and all those who love Michael Jackson:

    Michael

  5. lightreign July 11, 2009 at 11:51 am #

    Sorry for the "double posting" of Barbara's thoughts. We are still learning the format of this blog. Got it now!

  6. Elisabeth218 August 3, 2009 at 7:11 am #

    Dear Mallika,

    Thank you for sharing. michael was so blessed to have you and your family as his friends.

    god bless you

    Love

  7. skdosull August 11, 2009 at 9:34 pm #

    .

  8. rkhullar1 August 11, 2009 at 10:16 pm #

    Sir you have some nerve. First of all before you talk about people you need to know who they are. I went exactly on Malika's fathers own inconsistent statements after Micheal Jackson's death. Truth is he didn't behave as a doctor or ethical human being should have behaved in such as a situation. You are a sorry white dude who buys every fraud that exists. 98% of the BS that is on this site is twisted and convoluted garbage that comes from Hinduism. Read the Gita once. Dr. Chopra is a fruad. Every Indian even Muslims know all this stuff. Read a book do you have your education yet?

    Raj

  9. ardverk August 12, 2009 at 12:51 am #

    'First of all before you talk about people you need to know who they are'

    Dear Raj, I quite agree!

    I am here to dissolve fraud not wall it in with polarities……sorry ;)

    Love,

    ed

  10. e391615r August 12, 2009 at 1:15 am #

    Raj,

    Forgive me if I missed the answer somewhere else to my question, but if "98% of the BS that is on this site is twisted and convoluted garbage that comes from Hinduism", why are you on this site?

    Lots of love, hugs and blessings,

    Erin

  11. Skinhead22 August 5, 2010 at 2:56 am #

    What a awesome 6 hour, thankyou to Dave and all the crew at Roudtuit Caravan park for all the work that went to running this event, well worth marking in the dairy for next yearZayıflama Lida Fx15 ve Biber Hapı zlfvbh burmeh yaza lida fx15 biber hapı ile formda girin burmeh yaza lida fx15 biber hapı ile formda girin Trakya Üniversitesi tabiii en önemliside bize baya bi para getirecek. his family and particularly the children he had artificially created will be happier and far better off without him, not to mention wealthier. Remember and play his music if you want..it was pretty good but don't for get what an absolute failure as man he was. He dies a whiny drug addicted loser.. Save your sorrow for someone worthy