Recovery from the monster has given me a lot of time to think about the past, the present and the future. For some reason, today, I am missing my kids. I have been thinking about some past trips and adventures that we have taken. I am thinking about their young lives. We had fun and we had fights. All part of growing up.
One of the bests parts of our past were the hugs. I am glad I sobered up when I did (just over 16 1/2 years ago) in 1990. My daughter was 12 and my son 10. I had a chance to be a Dad and enjoy their youth ... not all of it through. Through the tough times, I found it very useful to give them hug, no matter what. I know this therapy was useful for me as it reminded me that they were important and it seemed our souls would be "one" for a moment.
The best feeling I have is when I hug my kids in public. Hugging my daughter in Ottawa just after she took me downtown on the city bus and showed me were to go for a meeting was special. She is a very beautiful young woman with a lot of talent. Hugging her made me burst with pride!
Hugging my son is also special. We hug all the time and in public. Last year, I visited a job site and seen him busy working away. I went to say hi. In front of his construction co-workers we hugged and he kissed me on the cheek. He was was 26 and I 49. At that moment we were in our own world and everything was OK. Thanks Hson.
From me to you ... a long distant hug. Thanks for being my kids.
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