Thanksgiving Glad Game : #6
I am glad my kids like me.
Parenting is scary. You want to do the best, but sometimes doubt creeps in. Children do not come with a manual.
My husband died when my daughter was 12 years old and my son was 10 years old. In my hour of darkness, I feared the world of single parenthood.
Would I continue to make the right choices without my sounding board? Or would I succumb to fatigue and fail?
Fortunately, our guardian angel guided us to more days in the sunshine than in the darkness. We became a strong threesome. We helped each other.
And now, my children are parents too. My son and daughter understand the challenges I faced. But most of all, my kids never stopped liking me.
I am glad we came through the fog together.