I just had an interesting insight. I always blame my mother for having selective perception about my childhood and our relationship over the years. It has dawned on me that my children will most likely do the same, and that made me wonder what they may glean from reading all this many years ahead. Will it be very detailed accounts of the way I chose to see our journey together? Is it indeed the way I actually see it, or like our friends on Facebook, is it a very polished version? Will they be endeared or enraged?
Maybe a little of both and that’s the beauty of it, I suppose. Being a family is a collective journey, yet along the way we are all sojourners of our own truth.