Parental Woes

I’ve not given you the attention you deserve, the undivided acknowledgement that I should have bestowed upon your every waking hour.

You have surely deserved better, I know you have. It hurts me deep inside, it’s a gut wrenching guilt that breaks me from inside.

Is this how all parents feel? Or have I genuinely been wrong over and over again?

I regret the days I didn’t spend with you, the mud pies we didn’t make, the cakes we didn’t bake together. Does it make a difference that now I realise the things I have missed out on, or am I destined to always believe that I could have done better?

You’re a wonderful human, you’re kind, considerate, funny, intelligent and so handsome. I’m often told how polite you are and that people are surprised by your ability to hold an actual conversation like a grown up (I never get treated to that, I’m met with teenage grunts and groans 😛 ).

You’re constantly surprising me, yet you don’t believe it. Is that my fault? Or do I have to learn to stop blaming myself.

I worry so much that you will repeat the mistakes I made in my life and I often to stop to remind myself that you are not me.

You are your own wonderful, spectacular person and I am overwhelmingly proud of you, my little Christopher Robin, my little Captain Pants xxwinnie

“Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think” – A.A.Milne.

“Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not good enough. 

Follow your dreams right now! Don’t wait until tomorrow, 

next week, next year. Stop planning, start doing” 🙂 – Me

‘Blind faith is no way to run a world’ – Victor Stenger



Published by Kate

I write, therefore I am. I spend my days writing, wondering what to write, being creative and generally being awesome 😊 Welcome to my world, won't you come on in? xx

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