My Kids and Depression

My Kids and Depression

I wrote about depression and not capsizing yesterday.

Those 3 things (everyone’s a hot mess, don’t feed the beast, and take my medication) absolutely help. And there is another huge thing that keeps me upright that I forgot to note: my kids.

Man, there are so many reasons my kids anchor me. Part of it is that sometimes they literally come in and jump on me in the morning. I could stay in bed, though I may end up with an eye poked out if I do. They need stuff and want attention. This helps get my butt out of bed and moving (and once moving, I typically start feeling better; a Robin in motion is more likely to stay in motion, as no motion starts me down the road of depression).

Another part is that they are something I look forward to each day — I really do like to see them. Their sparkling eyes and big grins pretty much always pull a smile out of me, even when I am a grump. The plump cheeks of the little kiddos; the fun stories of the oldest — I love each of them so, so much.

One more part that pulls me forward is that I see how much they watch what I am doing. I’m a role model for them whether I like it or not. They may not listen to a damn thing I say, but they watch what I do. This keeps me on my toes. It’s one thing to mess around in my own life. But to screw up someone else’s? That’s something else.

Anyway, a few additional thoughts for today. If you’re having a potential D-day, I send a huge hug. Everyone is a hot mess sometimes — you’re in good company. Take care of you today.

2 thoughts on “My Kids and Depression

  1. Lynee

    You girls certainly kept us going went things were really difficult. And we know that our behavior with our grandkids is important, too.

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