Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Security is a strange thing, found in strange places. For a child its found with their parents, for adults it can be anything:
Money in the bank, a house, a job, a relationship, themselves.
For me - my security is with my children, you can't rely on anyone else or anything material because they always let you down or disappear : a job can fail, as can relationships, the house may have subsidence or damp or be taken away, money never lasts (not in my purse anyway!).
My children are just that - mine - and they always will be. Other than the name "mum" the only names i have tattooed on my body are the names of my children. Often i have thought of having a boyfriends name done - the children's father complained that his was not there but he has decided not to stick around too ! That's not to say some of my tats don't represent people - they do.
My children and i don't have anything else to have security in but each other - my daughter has taken it to an extreme, but however, i don't blame her. With each passing day recently i realise that nothing is safe, secure or truly to be believed in or trusted. Its them and me.