madhousewife's Journal

My son is feeling better. Poor kid. He doesn't smoke, do drugs, barely drinks, and has been cutting his sugar and caffiene, and boom , illness. He has an appt with a cardiologist next week.

I worry about my kids ,even though they are all grown. It makes you made when you are growing up and your parents see you as their babies. Then you hold your own little miracle. No matter how old they get you see your child. I try to give my kids the respect and props they deserve for being such wonderful adults, and take a lot of pride in them and all they do, but...... No matter what else I see my babies.

It's hard being a parent, and I try to keep that in mind with my own mother. I don't think we have ever truly liked each other. She never trusted me or gave me any respect, and she was always hateful. Maybe like me, she suffers from depression, but is too stubborn to admit anything or ever seek help. I don't know, but I have spent my life trying to not be like her. Giving all my best to others, and treating me own like they don't count. My kids are my heart, and readon for being!