Fill my sons life with happy memories.

I have been a depressed and angry mum for the first 6 or 7 years of his life, and it kills me looking back to think that he will one day look back and remember me for the person I was then, not who I am now. He is such a special and beautiful child and it’s my aim now to fill his life with as much fun and laughter as I possibly can. The small stuff is just as important as the big, so long as it puts a smile on his face then I am doing something right. He is 8 years old so maybe he won’t remember so much of the bad stuff or remember me for who I was before, but will remember me for the mother I am becoming, happy and smiling rather than angry and crying. God willing.