Nurturing started very early in my life. I suppose it began with nurturing animals and when my sister came along and my parents working late, I began being her nurturer. I've been a nurturer for as long as I can remember and I always enjoy it.
I was nurtured as a child by a huge extended family and my parents, and watched them nurture each other. My parents still nurturer me in someways still. In my adult life I have found it difficult to accept nurturing. I find it hard to trust someone trying to nurture me, like I wonder why they want to, or do I look like I need nurturing, almost like it is a weakness in my eyes for me to be nurtured. I don't know why that is but I hope I figure it out.
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