I realized today, as I was having a wonderful visit with my father and stepmother, that it is time (long past, actually) for me to let go of the hurt from my childhood. My father is making a fairly good effort to see my children as often as he can, considering he lives a fair distance away. I didn’t see him much growing up and that hurt, but I think I have to let that go. I’m an adult and he’s an adult, and it is time to move past it all. I am glad that he wants to see me and that he wants to see his grandchildren. I’m responsible for the fact that I’ve held on to the hurt this long; what happened then is done and gone. The pain should be as well, especially as he has tried to make up for it. I’m responsible for holding on to the pain; now, I’m going to let it go.