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<blockquote data-quote="LittleDudesMom" data-source="post: 574408" data-attributes="member: 805"><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">We all come at life with different perspectives.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">I can tell you that, for me, my "expectations" changed while in the midst of my difficult child's darkest hours. Prior to that period, I looked forward to sports teams, trophies, academic accolades, good colleges, great careers - not because they were just my dreams for them, but because I knew they would be capable. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Then my difficult child hit rock bottom. He went from a happy-go-lucky (albeit hyper and impulsive as heck) little boy, to one afraid to leave me, darkly depressed, and raging almost every day. There were endless days of darkness.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">As light began to enter our world again years later, I realized I had changed. I no longer had the same dreams or expectations for my kids. I just wanted mental and physical health they could live with and for them to find a passion - whatever that passion be. I say the same prayer every day - "Lord, let me accept what makes my children happy."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">My life is not now measured by my neighbor's or family member's yard stick. Nor is my children's "success" tied to my definition of the qualify of mother I am. My children know they are loved, they know I want the best for them, but they also know I accept them for who they are.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">I hope that is what they will carry with them when I am gone.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Sharon</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="LittleDudesMom, post: 574408, member: 805"] [FONT=comic sans ms][SIZE=3]We all come at life with different perspectives. I can tell you that, for me, my "expectations" changed while in the midst of my difficult child's darkest hours. Prior to that period, I looked forward to sports teams, trophies, academic accolades, good colleges, great careers - not because they were just my dreams for them, but because I knew they would be capable. Then my difficult child hit rock bottom. He went from a happy-go-lucky (albeit hyper and impulsive as heck) little boy, to one afraid to leave me, darkly depressed, and raging almost every day. There were endless days of darkness. As light began to enter our world again years later, I realized I had changed. I no longer had the same dreams or expectations for my kids. I just wanted mental and physical health they could live with and for them to find a passion - whatever that passion be. I say the same prayer every day - "Lord, let me accept what makes my children happy." My life is not now measured by my neighbor's or family member's yard stick. Nor is my children's "success" tied to my definition of the qualify of mother I am. My children know they are loved, they know I want the best for them, but they also know I accept them for who they are. I hope that is what they will carry with them when I am gone. Sharon[/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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