This has been weighing heavy on my head the past few months. My sons are now 18 (just graduated high school) and 20 and have left school and are making their own way in the world. I find myself more and more lamenting their childhood and wishing I could go back and maybe do this differently with the head I have on me now if that makes sense.
We had not got a lot of monet when my kids were small so I did whatever it took to make ends meet. I took in other children to mind, I took in ironing and had a few cleaning jobs. OH worked full time but for little pay. The problem with that is that I was always frazzled, always busy, always trying to get things done.
I feel like I didn't make enough time for them, appreciate them when they were small, read enough to them, bring them enough places, give them my attention when they asked, every time they asked.
I miss it, I miss their smallness, their innocence, their chubby little arms around my neck. I feel like I didn't appreciate it at the time. I feel like I rushed through it. There were days I longed for bedtime to come because I was so tired. There were days when I ironed other people's clothes instead of reading to them and there were days when I may have been grumpy and dismissed them.
I have a wonderful relationship with both my boys and they always tell me I am a great Mum but the absolute bereft feeling that those days are gone forever consumes me sometimes. I feel like I could have done better and I am not sure if it really did my absolute best but I did love them each and every day.
YABU...Get a bloody grip woman, this is just a new phase of life
YANBU... I miss those days too and wish I could have another go.