Non-communication is a monster. It robs parents and child of something that seems quintessential to our natures, the fibers of our beings and our very shared existence together.
I feel stuck in my relationship with Quincie. Perhaps it is better to say that I feel I do not know how to progress.
We can cuddle. We can share sweet moments. We can laugh out loud and smile and giggle and play silly games together. But...that's about it really.
Communication is a vital part of any relationship. Its how we grow with someone.
I love my daughter. I love her sweetness and silliness and smiles and laughter. I am THANKFUL for her sweetness and silliness and smiles and laughter.
Yet...my heart still longs to know her better. To swap stories and share secrets. To find out what makes her tick. To know her innermost longings and even whimsical in the moment moods and fancies.
When will she tell me? Will she ever tell me? Post 3 of 7...
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