Taking Good Moments when they come

Okay I think every mom in the world can relate to this.  You have a big, full day either at the office or at home, you come home.  You're tired.  You want to zone out.  Plug your kids in and just relax.  But you don't.  You choose to be engaged.  You choose relationships with each other over technology.  If you don't, you should.

I'm personally glad that at my house the only technology available to my kids is my iPhone and frankly sometimes I wish that I didn't even have a data plan for that.  Last night one of my girls was showing me the newest app she was into.  I finally just said "hand it over, we're turning it off for the night."  We then proceeded to have a tickle fight and draw people's faces on belly buttons.

There are days when I don't feel good, God knows they are often.  Having bipolar is not an easy thing but it's part of what I am, it's this thing that I have and it's not going away.  I've come to grips with that a long time ago.  When I was first diagnosed I was bitter, resentful and just plumb mad that I had this thing.  I remember the first thing I asked the doctor after he told me was "will my children someday have this?"  He said, well, we don't know for sure but it tends to be genetic.  For a girl who grew up wanting children from the time I was very small this was a hard pill to swallow.

I carried both children through very very difficult pregnancies, fully medicated (which was a risk but the risk of my NOT taking the  meds was worse).  Every day from the time I woke up until the time I went to bed I spent vomiting.  And then sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to do the same.

Not fun.

Being a mom who has bipolar disorder is just one facet of who I am.  Sometimes it sneaks into my life more than I'd want it to and when that happens I remember to give myself grace.  To cut myself some slack.

Grab your good moments.  Take advantage of them.  I don't have extended periods of time when I feel good so when I do I rejoice and just enjoy things as they come.  The rest of the time it's a bit (a lot) of a struggle but we weren't promised this life would be easy.

Keep on keeping on!  Until next time,
Bipolar Supermom