I looked at my son the other day and I had a revelation. It didn't slam into me like I thought it would. There wasn't a profound ringing of the bells. It was hardly even a light bulb moment. It was like wiping my glasses off in a steamy bathroom, but still swimming through the residual steam. There was definitely something different when I looked at him and had a thought.
I looked at him and said, you know, he's me. This little guy is me. I have the chance to raise him like I should have been raised. Provide him the emotional support and foundation that I should have been provided. I will raise my son and in doing so, raise my Little Me in the way that they need.
I told my therapist this and got all misty eyed - both for my son and for Little Me. I cannot and will not let them down.