It's Dangerous, isn't it??

Been thinking a bit lately about the amount of time I/We have been spending with our children. Seems to me that we do that more than we spend time with anyone else, is that wise??

I also sometimes worry a little when D3 & S2 spend time with us. Sometimes I wonder/worry if they have enough friends in their own "generation". I want them to have friends that will be there for them 10, 20, 30 years from now.

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On the other hand, let me tell you about how good it feels when my children call and want to spend time with us/me. Can I say WOW, I mean they actually seek us out. I mean, we are OLD we don't know the names of the bands they listen to, their music sounds suspiciously like discordant trash. They listen to groups like "black-eyed legumes", "nine inch spikes". Huh? What? Yet they seem to like spending time with us... It is really an incredible feeling to be loved by your children when they are adults and you know they see your faults as clearly as you see them yourself, and yet, and yet they continue to love.
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Should we be "leaving them alone" more? Are we being too intrusive? Generally I don't think so. I'm confident that they are self-assured enough that they are able to say "Now is not a good time Dad".

Thinking back to early in our own marriage when we left the province, went out to Alberta...

Anamnesis (Ancient Greek: ἀνάμνησις "recollection, reminiscence", literally "loss of forgetfulness")

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My Dad was a great letter writer, and his love shone through his use of the language, you really felt like he was sitting there writing with one of his arms around you. My Mom in her letters, would say some of the same things that my Dad would, but somehow it wasn't the same, it was almost like she was writing what she was "supposed" to write, saying things she was "supposed" to say. Dad's love just flowed from his writing. His warmth and love pervaded his writing. I recall the letter Dad wrote to my brother, we were at boarding school, telling my brother of the death of his dog. My recollection is such that I imagine my Dad with great love and sadness enfolding my brother in his arms while giving him the sad news. I really don't recall the letter itself, just the sense of love and concern my Dad expressed in the letter to my brother.
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(But you know I think that my relationship with my children is different from the relationship I enjoyed with my parents.)

More later, more thinking to do...
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