Thanks for the hugs x
alcibiades - I hate to say it, but sometimes I do think it would have been better for me if my parents had actually died (I don't wish them dead, god forbid!) But I do grieve for them, in a sense - but now maybe just to have parents, not for the people they are -
As I get older, and think about the stuff said and done, I actually feel a bit sorry for them - I'd never, ever do that to my children, my boys are my whole world, whatever happens, and they know that - maybe I do overcompensate and cuddle a bit too much (but, hey, whoever complained about being 'overloved'!)
Oh yeah, my ex, who actually tried to use the 'you think to much about your children' in an argument the other day - er, I actually took that as a complement, so blah to his put down - he also uses 'your blue-eyed boys' etc -
I have two boys, my youngest is 4, (and his) so confident, so clever, sings and dances, can do sums, reads a little, just brilliant -
My eldest is 10, a little quieter in confidence, but very clever in history and maths - he has mates knocking for him daily and out on his bike, growing in confidence daily -
My pride and joy, and I can't help but think of my parents every day I grow prouder of them, and they didn't of me -
From the age of 5, if I did anything wrong, my dad used to make me stand infront of him and 'hold my hand out' - for two minutes i'd cry until I was slapped so hard I'd scream....
Looking back, how sad... for him