This is an odd and slightly self indulgent post. Of course being the depressive I am I view any post not overly intended as a public service announcement as self indulgent.
I'm sitting at the table watching my son East grapes, delicious almost pitch black grapes that my mother-in-law buys, and almost crying.
I'm so pleased that he gets to eat such lovely food as a snack. I'm proud, for once, of myself. I'm so relived and glad I can give my children this life, where these things are commonplace and not completely out of reach. I want my children to grow up never hungry like I was, and although I want them to always appreciate how lucky they are to have such nice things, I don't want them to ever feel guilty for having them.