In the last couple of weeks I have had a few conversations and just casually mentioned various things from my past (good things). My kids were shocked by it. Sometimes they forget that I had a life before them. Sometimes, I forget about the life I had before my kids. I just don’t think about it.
Perhaps I should. Perhaps, I should think more about these stories and clue them into who I was. They were so surprised by things that I don’t give much thought to at all. Big deal to them, when for me at the time and even today… it really wasn’t.