I awoke this morning from a rather realistic dream of a huge stand up row with a DD. Things were said by me and although the details of the dream were quickly blurred and then lost, the emotions it created have only just abated. It left me feeling quite troubled and in the dream my DD was deeply upset and it all got very unpleasant and very sad.
The thing is we never have such rows in real life and that is despite her having made some strange (to my mind) but not disastrous choices. She is a grown woman with a family and sometimes I think she makes life more difficult than need be....but its up to her and her OH. I might think its not the best idea but its not up to me. She will tell me about things and even indicate she'd like some reassurance or feedback and I am always as balanced and supportive of her life as I can be. It has always struck me that to say I feel something was a daft idea (once its done and undoable) is just asking for trouble...what's the point? I love both my daughters (to the chimney pots and back as my Grandma used to say) and will always offer help if its asked for or can be done tactfully but, the rather vivid dream has reminded me why I think first before I speak. Yes, some people think its the coward's way but I'd rather have a good relationship with these lovely women who are independent enough to be out there in the big world doing a great job and coping with all that's thrown at them than be one of those people who always feel they have to 'have their five penny worth'. Being right is no substitute for being a parent my children cheerfully want to visit, chat to and spend time with and, of late now that I'm so very old, sometimes worry about!
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?
Which British song sums up the 1960s for you?


hope things work out.