I copied this from Facebook. I think about my kids all the time. I am always afraid/ cautious about what I say and what I ask.
Sometimes the reactions to my communication, I feel that the kids think I am being judgemental or intrusive. I'd love to know what my kids are up to. Are they working? Happy? Lonely? Busy? I love them all so much. I hope that they all know that.
One time I sent an email sharing my thoughts on how I perceive my environment and the awe in appreciating nature. Imagining the animals and people who have trod there. The reply I got from my child was that everything was going great until my email arrived. Somehow my joy was perceived as an attack and insult, or even overly nosy. I was crushed and puzzled.
I miss my kids