I live in the past way too much. I loved raising my sons. We had quite a unique family, and I love remembering those times. I worry the heck out of my kids now, trying to get them to remember different things that happened in our lives that they just don't recall. They are busy raising families and are happy with that.

I definitely haven't let go of the past.

I have learned a lot from the past as well-I know terrible mistakes I've made, but not letting go of my children and moving on is something I haven't managed to do. I'm woring on it. They still love me, and we still have a great relationship. I miss their childhood though. We were all so special, I can't believe they don't remember it.