And what my daughters remember is that I was not there, in my bedroom or gone. How did that happen? I’ve noticed this disconnect before, for example, I didn’t know that I had to explain being a hippy…
I was horrified when my daughters wanted a “boob job”. What happened to bra burning and long hair and being free from “the man”. I tell you what happened, it’s 40 years later and I didn’t explain anything to my girls, I just thought they would understand based on who I am. Geez, I wouldn’t let them eat at MacDonald’s ~ wasn’t that enough proof?
It turns out that kids do not understand anything about their parents’ life unless it is explained. That’s all, you have to explain it, all of it. I knew these kind of misunderstandings happened, I just didn’t think they happened to ME. Are you kidding? I did everything in my own power to ensure that I was talking to all of my kids all of the time.
Then I remembered, my mother often worked two jobs to make sure there was food on the table and a roof over our heads. All I remember is that she was not there. That was me. I was not there. My daughters were wild during that period and often my kids seemed lost. The truth is that we were all lost, all of us were lost.
Here is the thing, just hang in there. No matter what, hang in there. Continue to love the people that you love and know that life does work. All of your love is worth it. Giving is the best gift, never doubt it.