I love my children so very much. There, I've said it, and not for the first time. Being a parent is so hard and you only get one go at trying to get it right and a lot of the time you're making it up as you go along - reacting, not planning. Trouble is you don't know til way down the line (if ever) whether it could have been better.
I've accepted now that I'm a pushy parent. I used to tell myself that I just wanted my children to be happy and healthy in life. Looking back (& probably at the time) I wanted them to be stretched, to be more than they could be, have a good work ethic, be clever & smart. Thankfully they seem clever, funny and successful in finding their way in life. Fingers crossed that continues.
M has had a good career and has made the brave decision to take a year off to do some volunteering abroad - especially using Spanish. He's currently in Bolivia. Good for him.
K is a few months younger and still burning the candle at both ends with work and social life in London. Friends spread far and wide so she's constantly travelling or attending weddings (symptom of late 20s these days - continual hen parties & weddings)
Now R & I are retired but not yet old our children's lives seem so tiring but it's easy to forget that our lives were full at their age too.
I live each day in gratitude for my Mum, my husband & children
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