Having the mental issues I do and having a kid is hard. I am always scared to death that I am passing on my neuroses to her or being a bad mom. I know I’ve had my moments that I am not proud of and I don’t want those moments to be the ones she remembers from her childhood.
I work my butt off to make sure that she is healthy and happy. I have a schedule for her for Spring Break, it involves every aspect of life. School stuff, science, art, cooking…. I’m trying to get some friends to come hang out, too.
Even when I feel terrible, I try my hardest. I’ve obviously made mistakes, but right now, she is curled up at my feet holding my big toe. She’s a weirdo 😉 A few minutes ago, she said “Mom? I love you.” I think I’m doing okay.