I recently came across some old letters and emails I had written many years ago to my now-adult son. After reading them I messaged him and told him how sorry I am for him having been raised by such a harsh mom, and that if I had it to do over again I would do it so differently. I told him if only I’d known then what I know now.
I told him, and I hope with all hope that it’s the truth, that I am a different person today than I was when I had him at 16.
Being the kind, caring, and gentle person that he is, he reassured me that he is grateful I’m his mom, is content with his upbringing, and that if nothing else at least it gives us good things to look back on and laugh about.