My Kryptonite

I haven't seen my parents for ages, roughly about 4 almost 5 years now, not because I don't want to see them, but just because I live in the UK and they live back home in Australia. Now for ages I was so excited about having them stay with us and don't get me wrong it has been fantastic having them here with us, but the G-man made a really interesting observation. He said to me one day "your father is your kryptonite". Now I thought about this for a long time and it is true, for some reason I feel compelled to impress and gain my father's approval even though I know deep down that I don't have to do this and he doesn't want this from me, but when I am around him I go from being Superwoman

to being a 5 year old girl with pigtails desperately trying to get approval. How strange is that?

However, I have learnt something during their stay and that is, I don't need their approval because dammit I am doing pretty good all things considered and that they love me and are very proud of both myself and my husband. During our Tour of Italy (which I will blog about later) I heard my dad telling people how well we are doing, and how proud he was of us etc. All the things I wish he had told me a long time ago. I guess I am lucky to have heard him say it anyway - god I love my parents to bits and they drive me insane but that is the best part.