As the years go by I see things in my memories, that had I put it together sooner, show me insights as to my parents and the things they did, how they lived, why our environment was not the most healthy. But I had no idea. Nothing to connect their behavior with reasons. Any reason.
As of today neither of my daughters want children, but who knows what the future holds for them. If they do, I hope they are better mothers than I have been. I’ve done the best I can for all the battlegrounds I have walked on. I hope they will be better. They will have more information to use.
Or maybe they will be just as I was. I didn’t want to do anything the way my parents did.
Turns out, though, I was powerless to achieve that.
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