As I go through my day I have all these brillant sentences. And today was no exception. However, I sit now and draw a blank.
I can say this. Raising a daughter is reliving your life again. The good and the bad. And boy oh boy the bad can be difficult to relive.
Have you every stopped to think as a mother - Oh dear - I think I'm totally messing this up! It starts with little things like - It's my fault the girls don't like tomatoes. Then it's - I should have read to them more, then they would love to read. And works it's way to - she's got a complex because of me.
I know this is an awkward place to end this, but I'm trying to be an involved mother and need to get a decent meal on the table.
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