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It showed a father and daughter through the years, ending when the daughter sent her child to sit on grandpa's lap. It reminded me that my dad never liked me much, and now neither he nor my mom like my kids. I know why, they think my girls are too assertive and not respectful enough, too much like their dad in their interests and too coddled by me. Maybe they have a point. My main objective as a parent is to make sure that the fear and uncertainty that have kept me back all my life don't infect them. I want them to be confident and strong, while still being considerate and compassionate, instead of hesitant and unassertive like me.
And of course I wonder, how could my parents not like such delightful girls? My oldest is smart and she has been amazing her father and I since she was born. My youngest is so good with people, and funny, too. It breaks my heart to see the coolness between them and my parents, because of course they know how my parents feel about them.
I try not to think about it too much, but every once in a while it hits me and I get sad.
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