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I find it amazing that our children know nothing about us as people, only as parents. As an adult, I look at my mom and I am able to see her as a person, not just a mother. Yet, there are parts of her with a big "Children Do Not Enter" sign blocking entry. What was she like when she was younger? What made her laugh, made her weep? What were her hobbies, things that brought her joy? What was it she was trying to drown with the alcohol? My son knows nothing of me - what my dreams are, what haunts me, what causes me to laugh out loud or break out in song and dance. I am nothing but his mom and in his teenage world, that title is of little value. Parents' hearts beat, just like their children. Their eyes leak tears, just like their offspring. I am in the middle, both a child and a parent. There is overlap, definition is blurred. Somewhere, there in the mix, I find the gifts of each and offer up my gratitude for the incredible experience of love being a mother and a child has given me.
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