Have any of you ever noticed how the slightest little things that people say to you mean the most. Like this morning the woman that I adopted as another Mom told me that she was proud of me. That she was proud of the things I was doing with my life and with my son. That I was a blessing in her life and that the things I say and feel that come from my heart make a huge difference in hers. I went to sleep thinking about all the times I have never heard the words, "I am proud of you," come from my own parents. I mean when my mom was alive she would tell me all the time, but I know for a fact that in my 32 years of life I have never heard those words come from my fathers lips. Till this day all my father can do is criticize me for every little thing I do or even say, it’s never right or good enough for him. I get phone calls from my aunt who is taking care of him and he tells her that he is proud of me, but will never tell me and I am the one who needs to hear it the most. I have been mulling over this all day and yet can’t think of why he can’t or won’t tell me that simple 5 word statement.
