Where was I?

Okay, I left rather abruptly in my last post because my theory on why I was the way I was when I was younger was because I had no time with my parents. They were busy and there was little to no together time--even for the sake of just being together. If you are not with your children, you are not guiding them--I don't even remember my parents keeping up with my life, having talks with me the way I talk with my children. Deep conversations that elevate their mind and cause them to delve into the corners of their selves.

I was a lost child--fumbling and lost. When I left during my last post, I went outside to be with my children while they played in the rain--it was the best 20 minutes I could have spent. This is worth living for.