As you know, Rae was recently diagnosed autistic, and it's been such a drain on me. Since she was born, I worked at home, and I feel as if I neglected her and missed so much of her early, formative years. I am finding reasons why I did this, why I caused this (though I realize this is irrational), and I dig down and there's guilt everywhere.
It's so hard. I see other moms here, and other moms (that are fellow scrapbooking friends) who can seemingly do it all, and it's hard, because I feel like I fail. I do think that it's natural for us all to feel that way. We want to do what's best for them, and we want to be everything to them, but we are only human too.
I think worrying about it makes you a good mom. If you weren't, you wouldn't care if you were spending enough time with him. He loves you. Are there any other kids around you that he can play with?
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