You I’ve found that my depression tends to cut off my ability to experience and to recognize pride in my kids and myself. Never mind actually saying anything about it to them… when I realize what seems like to late that I should have said something encouraging to them… I freeze. It sucks to have your kid come home and tell you how proud a teacher or counselor is off them. It sucks when you didn’t know you should have been proud of them.
Oh I realize we can’t know everything that’s going on with them, but come on! “Pay attention!” I said to myself.
The last two days I’ve been paying attention to my youngist, Sydney. She’s in Running start and taking classes at the community college (TCC) and SOTA (School of the Arts) and was hired by the business she interned for AND today was made coordinator the the students, businesses and screening… and placing the new interns along with recruiting new interns.
WOW right? I don’t yet know how it will all work out but her brother and I are going to give her as much support as we can.
This morning I was so positive. I believed I could complete all the projects I’ve started over the last 15 years. They’re good projects and worthy of my hard work to complete them.
Then I picked up Sydney after my physical therapy (PT) on my lower back. I picked her up and it seemed to me that she again shot some things I told her I was thinking about in the face.
I crumpled. My amazing up beat attitude and hard work I’d done all day left me and I was filled with anger and resentment.
Stay tuned and I’ll share with you in my next letter what happened. It was a humdinger.
Good night my friends. Talk to you real soon.
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I’m so proud!