It was the Yr5 school play this morning. DD was in a leading role (well as 'leading' as any role is in primary school - ie not very!).
She had been very excited about this and very insistent that I went. Dad came with me. She was so good. And I couldn't beleive how
lovely she looked, and frighteningly grown up. Like someone else in a way. She is the kind of girl I'd have been shy of at school I think.
And what really made me tearful was that the whole time she was on stage she was looking straight at me and I know she wanted me to
notice her and be pleased with her - no-one else. I had a bit of trouble loving her when she was younger - not when she was a baby,
on the contrary, but for a few years after that when I had PND and then when DS#2 was born - he took most of our energy and attention
since then . That is all over now but I still feel so stupid and guilty that I couldn't love this lovely, clever, loving, friendly
little girl with all my heart . I can't help the feeling that she has brought herself up - DH and I were only onlookers.
There are times when I wish I had had my DC as 3 single children (and no I know that isn't possible) but it's so hard to give enough of
yourself to 3 children. And they are so bloody wonderful and deserve more than I can give them.