Love the longing that turns. That once it is gained has lost its edge. So familiar and I thought of my own childhood longings,to be part of friends families,to have a mummy like hers, then to be back with mine. Never a different dad, but not the one asleep after a pint at lunch time in front of the only telly in the house ! And then to b…
Love the longing that turns. That once it is gained has lost its edge. So familiar and I thought of my own childhood longings,to be part of friends families,to have a mummy like hers, then to be back with mine. Never a different dad, but not the one asleep after a pint at lunch time in front of the only telly in the house ! And then to be a parent,but a more competent /awake/present one than myself . Loving my own precious boy,but not this tantrum filled cross one! Inspiring me as you may notice…thankyou.
Hi Louise, thank you so much for such a warm reply. there is so much that can be written about longing and how it changes and changes us as we get older.
Love the longing that turns. That once it is gained has lost its edge. So familiar and I thought of my own childhood longings,to be part of friends families,to have a mummy like hers, then to be back with mine. Never a different dad, but not the one asleep after a pint at lunch time in front of the only telly in the house ! And then to be a parent,but a more competent /awake/present one than myself . Loving my own precious boy,but not this tantrum filled cross one! Inspiring me as you may notice…thankyou.
Hi Louise, thank you so much for such a warm reply. there is so much that can be written about longing and how it changes and changes us as we get older.