It has been such a long time since I have published a blog. This disappoints me because I had committed to myself to write consistently – twice a month. Here I find myself typing when it has been I don’t know how long.
So Hello. My name is Maggie.
Things have been a little tough lately. I mean, I know someone always has it worse than I do, but I do not believe in minimizing my issues — or anyone else’s issues for that matter — just because they don’t seem “that bad.”
My daughter is bi-polar. Wow it feels good to get that out there. The diagnosis made me cry. I have cried I a lot with her, for her, and for me. When a child is diagnosed with an issue that affects their mental state, I have learned there is a time of mourning. There is nothing wrong with mourning what could have been. There is nothing wrong with mourning the so-called normal child I expected to have. As long as I do not live in a state of mourning, but instead find joy in the midst of trouble. I will not let anyone try to convince me that it is bad for me to feel sad. I digress.
Yes that is true. This is how it is supposed to be. I am supposed to have this child and she is supposed to have me, my husband, her sister, and her grandparents. Together we make a team. We are quirky and eclectic and sometimes even weird. But we need each other and love each other and that, my dear reader, is what matters most…
Maggie A. Spoon