its a writing life

I read my daughters short story today on her blog, but as usual when I tried to post a comment, it didnt go through. The short story is very good and I sensed a lot of her in the little girl. All those emotions were felt by her when she met her dad for the 1st time as an adult. Its a very strange thing, the relationship between a parent and a child. As parents we are expected to know so much, and be the strong one. We need and are expected to provide all things for the betterment and growth of our children. I think everyone, including the parents forget sometimes that we are just human. We are still learning and growing ourselves. We do the best we can with what we know. Sometimes though, it is not enough. And our mistakes lead to bigger issues or problems. I see it when I go to work each day and watch disfunctional parents try to reconnect with children who are damaged, but love the parent anyway. It is amazing the human capacity to love in spite of all that comes into contact with us physically and emotionally.
I took my daughter to the airport today to send her home. I couldnt sleep last night and the stress of sending her away made me break out in hives on my hands. But I sent her home anyway. I didnt beg her to stay, which I wanted too. I didnt cry, until now that is. You cannot explain the depth of love you feel for a child, or the pain it can cause because of that love. One thing is for sure though, I would not give it up for anything in the world. So grow up and move on kids, but mom loves you all, and I WILL cry! :) Have a fabulous day everyone!