Sadness

One of my parents commented on how it was at times difficult to read this blog, that it felt...sad.

Of course it is sad. I am writing about a transformational period that was catalyzed by the end of a marriage and an uncertainty about the future. There is going to be a certain amount of sadness to it. What is ironic is the sense of remorse or regret my parents always expressed that I was never close enough, that I never shared with them, now I am sharing...not just with them but with whomever desires to read this blog, and it is too sad or they have too many questions that I don't feel like answering directly. What can you do...transformation is not for the faint at heart or those with fixed opinions. And when it comes to parents, both of those would apply...and they will with me in my relationship with my daughter.

But they are my parents, my family, and they are part of my make up...some of their best and worst traits I see in myself. Just as I see a lot of me in my girl. I must be patient.

They are my parents and they are a part of my support system. I am grateful that they are there, even if they don't necessarily understand. I love them.