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blog crazy - but good quote!

so - the other day I blogged about my dilema with my daughter.  About revealing or concealing my addiction to her. 

and today I read this (on a website that's supposed to be humorous):

My kids don't know my baggage...to tell them might destroy them.  Not telling them means they really don't know me.

That sums it up for me. 

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Sandy said…
Oh Laura Lynne-I meant to comment on that post but forgot. I say, talk about it with her. I do with my daughter and let her know I have big problems with food. We cook healthy and so does she (she's 26 and lives with her boyfriend) but picked up a lot of healthy stuff. She is bigger than most but she tells me it doesn't bother her. Maybe get out and do something active together.

I really feel for you. Kids didn't come with a manual but you know yourself and you know your daughter. I found being open about things and always being there to talk about ANYTHING worked the best. Good luck. You will do great.
LauraLynne said…
Sandy - it's so true! I'm lucky, my relationship with my daughter is getting better and better. I hope it continues. Opening myself up to her makes me question if that will happen. But I can only do my best!
J Rodney said…
I hope you will find a way to reach out to your daughter.

I have three boys, so it is very very different it seems.

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