No Perfect Path

So many years have come and gone since you were just a child. A lump of clay for me to shape, using the skills that were given me. I made mistakes along the way, which I ask you to forgive. A perfect parent I am not, but I tried my best to give. All that I had knowledge of, yet one thing my own childhood lacked, was how one showed their own child love... when I had gone without. There was no joy...no hope...no peace, no foundation to lay hold, to guide me through the steps one needs to share what means the most. A balance to the ups and down's of what life might throw your way. The high points and the low points... It's now all up to you. Through your own childhood experience, you've formed a plan of what you wouldn't do, based on what was given you... I know this to be true. Please don't be too hasty to label that experience as bad or good, until you understand...that I did the best I could. I love you more than life itself...my love it knows no bounds. Remember...you may not make the same mistakes, as you feel's been done to you. Life it isn't perfect as you shall surely find. In some point in life you will enter blind. No chart or map that you can find. Your clearness it may waver...your heart it may choose wrong, but you did what you felt to be the best... your answers then you second guess. You hope they too will understand...as your child's clay you shape and mold, that no ones life is perfect...we will all make big mistakes, love is not a one way street... but full of give and takes. P.R. Deremer