This "fan" told me that, in a recent post, it sounded as if my kids had the same problems. They do! They are human! We've had more than our fair share of struggles! And yet, I thank God every day for my imperfectly bratty, difficult, sometimes horrid children.
You see, all my kids were born to a woman who took crack cocaine. She was a prostitute. And yet, for whatever reason, she decided to give birth rather than having an abortion. Five times. And five times, Dear Husband and I said yes to a child that we knew was destined for difficulty.
And boy, have they been. I've spent years going to therapy appointments, dealing with social workers and psychologists, teachers, specialists of every kind. We put a lot of miles on that minivan. It's been alphabet soup: ADD, ADHD, ODD, bipolar, etc., etc., etc. We have no money to our name, and often rely on the kindness of friends and family to get us through.
My kids are kind. They are thoughtful and articulate. They are empathetic. They lend a hand whenever asked, and often when not asked. I am insanely proud of them - they have been judged and mocked, physically assaulted, told they could not succeed, judged and been treated callously and rudely.
I guess maybe the apple doesn't fall from the tree. And I'm happy about that....by the grace of God.