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Originally Posted by doreenjoy
My parents are much more affectionate with their grandchildren than they were/are with their own children.
As a daughter, it's downright painful to watch.
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I imagine it is.
When we were raising you, there was so much to worry about. Keeping jobs, paying the bills, keeping you in clothes and away from bad influences, making sure you did well in school. Single motherhood.
Keeping food on the table. Trying to make sure that paycheck lasted the week. Worrying about who was taking care of you as an infant. Would the car break down yet again.
Coming home exhausted from a day/week at work, and being expected to cook, clean, do the wash/ironing, bathe you and make sure you were ready for the next day.
Crying ourselves to sleep because we had no idea how we would get thru this. Loving you beyond belief and being too tired/worried/distracted to show it.
I am amazed we had any time at all for fun.
Realize this is just my perspective.
The pot at the end of the rainbow is this.......someday you will have grandchildren. You will be able to give to them what you could not to your own.
