Amid the self-doubt, I watch all the lovely moments of parenting come and go knowing they’ll soon be forgotten – and I mourn their passing.My father wasn’t effusive with his love. At least not in the way my mother is. Or I am. My siblings and I lived with the comforting and affirming knowledge that he loved us – and if there’s one single thing you could ask from your father, apart from a trust fund, it’s this – but, when it came to Dad, cuddles, kisses and other acts of physical intimacy were rarely instigated by him. He’d always Read More

Source:: The Guardian