Better Late Than Never

I grew up in a house where opinions spoken, feelings were shared, and people were accepted for who they were. We were always encouraged to do our best and given advice, solicited or not, on how to make the best decision when faced with a dilema. Independence was praised. There was always time for a little extra cuddle time and love. Honesty was valued no matter the situation; though teenagers are not always honest about what they are doing.
We often did things as a family. The lake, walks, Sunday drives, and a slip and slide in the back yard. My parents always made time for us, no matter how tired and worn out they were from working multiple jobs and going to school. They made it a point not to fight in front of us. I never knew, until I was older, if something was wrong...I never had the chance to pit one parent against another for an obvious difference of opinion.
We spent time cuddled up in bed with our parents, we were always welcome. We made as much noise as we wanted when we were outside. We did things that didn't cost a dime but were worth so much more in the end.
It wasn't a fairy tale upbringing, by far. It showed me that a loving home was possible no matter what the circumstances or societal rank a family had.
This is the type of home I want my kids to remember. I hope it isn't too late.
Meals at the dinner table do not mean a thing if the TV is on and you aren't allowed to converse. It's hard to be a kid if you aren't allowed to explore loudly outside so your parents know where you are. It's hard to be imaginative if you aren't allowed to make a fort out of blakets, sheets, and dining room chairs. It's hard to learn societal norms if you aren't allowed to ask why. It's hard to bond with someone without a physical closeness. It is time for a change.
Is it better late than never?