Have you ever looked at your family and wondered where you fit in? If perhaps you were swapped at birth? (Ha, then you look at your Father and KNOW you are his child, so there goes that theory!)
I love my family tremendously but somehow they manage to bring out the neurotic self conscious and insecure side of me. How? Because I let them… Yes. I admit. Subconsciously at 38 I am still seeking my Mother’s approval. Perhaps one day I will grow up and stop beating myself up.
With our "blended" family I hope and pray our children as secure enough in our love for them not to go throug this. With half brothers and sisters, adopted children and step parents anything could happen. But with us showering them all with love and treating them equally I pray they are strong enough and secure enough in themselves to take the world by storm.
