When I was bringing up my children I clearly remember wanting to do it differently from my parents. One of the things I felt it was important was that they could talk/confide in me about anything. Oh there are times I wished I’d failed. There have been times I’ve wanted to put my hands over my ears and shout NO I’d rather not know that. It doesn’t help that you can’t share your concerns (well unless you have a sister like mine) with anyone. One of my adult children has recently shared something I wish I didn’t know. I’m not overly worried, or at least I don’t think I am! But as they were confiding in me I clearly remember thinking I would never ever have told my parents any of my personal problems. They were blissfully unaware of any of my troubles or at least I think they were. My father in particular would have hated to know anything that made us unhappy. I’m just musings really on how our actions no matter how well intentioned can come and bite us on the bum,
How do you acknowledge Easter.
Painting Warhammer miniatures dwarfs/Elf's etc. Old World