I remember being triggered when my kids were at certain ages by the most obscure things. I decided it was not so important to know why as it was to just recognize that at their age, my life was very different. And I took comfort in knowing that I am able to provide my own kids with what I needed at the time (even if I never really figured out what that need was). And, if I am able to provide for my own children, then I can maybe mourn for what my childhood lacked, but not dwell on it. It was long ago and despite everything, I've turned out to be a pretty good person and parent. Sometimes you have to acknowledge that something certainly lacked back then, but accept that you may never reallly understand it all. That's okay. I can go on.