I’ve been reflecting a lot on my childhood and life and while I have so many happy memories and love my parents dearly I have realised their capacity for emotional support was not great. Looking back this makes me sad that I wasn’t able to share all my feelings and worries with them especially as a teen and it has followed me into adulthood. But generally I feel very happy and lucky. So it’s a strange feeling. I also wonder how to make sure my own children don’t feel like that with me.
anyone else care to share their “I had a good childhood but….” thoughts?