Being of Mother of a child with mental illness

Once upon a time, I was blessed with 3 beautiful children. As they were each put into my arms, my dreams for them were filled with joy. The look of pure innocence and stillness took my breath away. No one told me that one day, each one of these precious babies would struggle with their own individual challenges...2 of which would battle mental illness. When I became a mom, no one told me that you would have days that you wished you didn’t have kids, because their pain was too unbearable to watch. When I became a mom, no one told me I would be picked to care for these beautiful children and that our lives would not align with “the norm” and that I would have to find another way to parent other than what society and “growing up in the south” tells us to do.

In my 17 years of parenting thus far, there is no “white picket fence” and it seems as though the Beaver Clever Family does not least in my house, it doesn’t. What does exist is love, pain, hardship, gratitude and laughter. 

We spent the weekend together as a family (without tech)! There were moments I was fully engaged and there were moments I sat back and watched my family laugh and cry...we embraced the laughter and supported each other in our tears. It hasn’t always been like that. We’ve done a lot of “faking”, but this weekend was real and I loved every minute of it. 

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