We’ve raised monsters.
Amazing, incredible monsters.
It’s such a weird line I walk between being as firm as they need and as lenient as they deserve.
These kids have been through thing that would break most adults.
Cancer. A come. Strokes. A life transformed to deal with a handicap.
Now they have parents going through a separation but choosing to stay in the same home.
Nothing is ever typical or easy for these kids.
It’s so hard because when I see them doing things a child would normally get reprimanded for, part of me thinks haven’t my kids gone through enough?
While part of me thinks you aren’t doing them any favor by letting them act like douche-bandits.
I struggle with the mother they’d remember if I had another stroke tomorrow.
If I were to die who would I leave for them?
The mom that worked to teach them how to act in every situation or the mom that taught them to love laughter.
It’s never easy.
I don’t do it right.
There is no RIGHT.
I’M DOING MY BEST.
Sometimes I feel like maybe they deserve better.
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