Life with my kids
My daughters are Anne (6yo) and Grace (4yo). They are darling, lovely, smart, fun girls whom I love with all my heart.
But they are also exactly the polar opposite of easy going. Their pediatrician actually calls them “high-strung.” Which I think is even worse than high-maintenance. A fact that is making me go prematurely gray and sends me to therapy.
Yes, I like to write about how my kids drive me nuts with their sleep issues and tantrums and general misbehavior. But I also like to write about how freakin’ cute they can be. And how we navigate the often bizarro world of suburbia together.
Life with my kids ain’t easy a lot of the time. But it’s great blog fodder.
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Hello,
Oh do I get it. I have four children that My husband and I managed to raise who are artistic types (read high strung). One had Tourette’s Syndrome and OCD and certainly depression, since all that runs in my family. Can you say, “one long bumpy road”?
I still take antidepressants, but less than I used to. I don’t use the anitanxiety agents much, but do whatever works for you.
Just don’t worry if you need that anti-depressant, after all. You are not a failure. You are a great success story for fighting the good fight.
I figured that as long as I finished the day with the same number of children as what I started with, I’d had a successful day.
When you consider the alternative, it puts everything in perpective.
I’m a truth teller, and into the truth these days. My four children turned out educated and successful, after all. The three “normal” (ha ha) children have had little brushes with depression, and still don’t think it could tackle them from behind when they are least suspecting it. Life is like that. You take it one day at a time. An hour at a time, even.
Sometimes, you are just mother of the last 15 minutes, and that’s good enough.
yours truthfully,
DW Binnie
Hi Deborah! Thanks for commenting and for the kind words. It’s so nice to hear from people who have kids who aren’t easy-peasy types.