Paige,
I am glad you found somethng or two in all of my muttering that was of some help to you. It has been helpful to me to just be able to "let it out" to ears and hearts that care and understand.
As loving parents, we really do not wish to bring any trials or travails on our children. Sometimes, though, the best we can do is the lesser of two bad alternatives. I really believe that my daughter would much rather have a happy parent in a different form than an unhappy parent.
My wife and I arrived at our daughter's place at about 3 pm today. I will begin work on her condo while she is cruising the Carribean for 8 days beginning tomorrow. I am going to paint the living roomand dinigroom then pull up the carpet and lay some wood flooring down in its place. It seems I need to do what I can for my "little girl."
"Little Girl"- In the email my daughter sent and I reported on early in this thread, she dashed my belief that I had done an acceptable job for her while she really was a little girl. I have, for some years now, been affectionately calling her my "little girl." Since that email form her, I have not been able to use the term as a term of endearment to her. I am unsure about what the term mans to her. Did it evoke in her what it is that I meant when I said it. My meaning was that I was there for her to do the things I did for her when she was truly a little girl. It seems that, in her mind, that I did not do what she needed me to do back then. I, now, have doubts as to whether I would be bringing up bad memories for her instead of the reassurances I intend.
Our interactions seem to be fine. I am consiously making an effort to demonstrate to her that I am still who she needs me to be for her. We have had a few "woman to woman" moments and she had not flinched. She seems to be taking it in stride. I am dressed down. I changed from a dress and some unequivically feminine jewelry to jeans and a tee shirt and some innocuous posts in my ears in place of the dangly earings before she got home. So, I am not, by any means, pushing the envelope in my appearance..
I am, I suppose, OK with it. I just wish I was fnally at a point where I was no longer accommodating the needs of others so much.
As I stated up-thread.
Patience,
Stevi,
Patience