My son recently turned 18 and it is bringing up a whole bunch of thoughts (along with the crowd of thoughts already in my brain).
I feel that I gave him very little joy in his life.
I feel that I didn't teach him some of the common sense stuff all young people should know.
I feel that my fears were given to him. He has OCD and I don't know if it is genetic or environment. I almost think he would have been better off with a different mom.
I have had many plans to do things together and projects and neat ways to encourage him that I never carried out. OK, I guess some of them I did, but they were not the grand plans. I always back out of stuff I am not familiar with.
I always wanted to be this great mom and I could even picture it in my mind. It just didn't happen. I failed.
I feel that I gave him very little joy in his life.
I feel that I didn't teach him some of the common sense stuff all young people should know.
I feel that my fears were given to him. He has OCD and I don't know if it is genetic or environment. I almost think he would have been better off with a different mom.
I have had many plans to do things together and projects and neat ways to encourage him that I never carried out. OK, I guess some of them I did, but they were not the grand plans. I always back out of stuff I am not familiar with.
I always wanted to be this great mom and I could even picture it in my mind. It just didn't happen. I failed.