Time Marches On

With the release of the final Harry Potter book, I realize that time marches on at a rapid rate. I remember going to the previous book release parties with my son. I’m kind of shocked and sad that these parties are over.

It’s like the end of an era. It really drives the fact home that my son is twelve, and we’re starting to move toward the end of his childhood.

I have honestly and truly tried to give him a good childhood, but I often wonder if I’ve failed. I carry around a lot of guilt about how he was raised.

I stayed in an unhappy marriage with his father for far too long. Sadly, he witnessed more anger, hostility, arguing, conflict and sadness than a child should.

That brings me to the question of the hour. How can I fix this? Since I can’t turn back the hands of time, I can only work with the present. I’ve given this a great deal of thought. The best thing I can do for my son is to heal myself.

I think I’ve done a decent job of creating a new and different life, one where we are both surrounded with more peace, happiness, and stability. I may not be able to heal all of the old wounds, but I can do my best to try and create a good future.