The three boys were men ... "and though they would always be at
the center of her life, she was no longer at the center of theirs."
Cathleen Schine
My children were encouraged to be free and independent. They were taught to respect others and to respect themselves as well. There were three boys and one girl, and each one required unique input so they could become who they needed to be.
The four children were independent of each other and yet a strong bond protected them as family. My second son undoubtedly was the most difficult to raise. He was always brimming with energy, observing others, and marching down his own untrodden path, but I knew he loved me. He engaged with numerous people, but very few were welcomed into his private arena.
This challenging son is now a man, successful in marriage, raising a family, and career. He has his own shades of darkness which he addresses in his own way. I am forever proud of him, deeply love him, and miss him. I was successful in teaching independence, not knowing how deeply the absence would now be felt within. Birthday blessings to my second son ... you are always in my heart.
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