My mood seems to have gone downhill. I know what has triggered the problem but cannot seem to resolve it.
Perhaps it’s because I have never had the opportunities to go out into the world and experience for myself what my children are now benefiting from. That just wasn’t my life. The questions I’m beginning to ask now is when does a parent stop being a parent, or when does a parent start being a parent?
I am sure there are many of us out there who are in this kind of predicament. When might a parent choose not to concern themselves with being a parent? It’s funny because I am totally the opposite. I have always based my relationship with my children on honesty, openness and mutual respect.
I’m not sure how things will get easier, I’ve struggled for what seems like a lifetime. I suspect things will be back to wreak havoc again. I’m going to have to make sure I continue to stay strong.