I remember once many, many years ago when I was at McDonald's with the kids I apologized. I apologized for being boring, for their father not being an alcoholic, for me not being addicted to drugs, for not beating them. I apologized for everything I wasn't.
Why? Well let me tell you why. I remember girl child had just gotten done telling me some horrific story about a friend of hers and boy child telling me about his friend John, who was so happy that his father was in the hospital drying out. Now John thought, his father would be sober enough to talk to him. This was just everyday conversation; this is what their friend’s families were like.
My kids were deprived. Big Guy and I had occasional drinks. We were there every night to put them to bed. We kept a roof over their heads and did everything possible to make sure they felt safe. Every night supper was at the kitchen table. Every night we kissed them before they went to bed.
I also gave them an apology for what I will fail at. That I can only do the best I can. That I'm human and I'm unable to read their minds so please, please; ask me if your not getting what you need. Always remember that no matter what you think is too, too, terrible to tell me, ask yourself what's the worst that can happen if I tell Mom?
My children are all grown up. They lead good lives. I ache for the problems that will be ahead for them in their lives. But you know what? They can handle it. I mean, after all, what's the worst that can happen? Oh, I suppose they could fail. So what. I failed at plenty. But I'm glad I tried.