This past week, my husband and I have been spending time with our daughter and her family. She has two little girls. It has been such a sweet time. Even with medical issues and a big move, we are enjoying our time together.
It's also rewarding to spend time with two granddaughters. Hearing their perspective on things. On their mother. As children it is so hard to understand what our mothers are doing and saying. It's only when they have children of their own, that they begin to understand.
Being a mother is the hardest job in the world. If our mothers were "less than", it makes it even more difficult. I'm certain my mother was better than her mother, I was somewhat better than my mother, my daughter is much better than I was.
Feeling regret is a waste of energy. I only found this true when my own daughter realized how hard mothering is. I've had many regrets over my lifetime, none more poignant than how I mothered my children.
No matter the past, I love my children more today than ever. I am so proud of both my daughter and my son. They are both wonderful parents, hard workers and loving children.
Today, I carry no regrets. Only pride in how they turned out. It mustn't have been as bad as I thought.
Fantasizing freedom from regret that comes from learning from my mistakes.