Missing from me...

Growing up, I didn't question if my parents loved me. I questioned their lack of ability to express their love for me. They showed how proud they were of our achievements by boasting to their friends, however never praising us directly. They didn't say "I love you" to me until I was getting married...which gives the impression that my value, when sought by another, gave them leeway to state the value the saw in me.

Knowing this, I strive to be more affectionate with my boys. Hugging them and telling them I love them everyday and every night before bed, no matter how frustrating the process has been. I saw this quote and shared it with Jaiden. That every time they are away from me, they are missing from me. I don't know if my parents ever had that perspective. If we were ever viewed as a true extension of themselves or a representative of their name. Given the stoic nature of my parents, their ability to communicate so little, maybe they will answer my question now that I am a parent. Maybe not.