After Monday’s meltdown, I was very, very easy on myself Tuesday. Abe and I had a looong talk about the purpose of life and parenting. Those talks always help me. I realized (again, sigh) that the purpose of parenting should be to help my children lead happy lives. I think a lot can go into that, but at the end of the day it isn’t too complicated either. And if I want them to be happy and kind to themselves I should probably model happiness and self-compassion myself.
Abe took Ammon and these two girls to Ammon’s game while Mary and I stayed home. Lydia was upset because it was confusing finding the right field for Ammon and she gets very stressed when she feels like things aren’t in order. This was a very difficult exchange for Abe to handle and I am so, so grateful it was him and not me. While I definitely have my own struggles with mental health, OCD is not one of them and I don’t always provide sufficient understanding when Lydia is consumed by it. Thank you, Abe, for being such a patient, good dad and understanding Lydia so well. She has such a pure, beautiful, kind heart, and I am so glad to have a partner who never loses sight of that goodness even in moments of struggle.
