Raising a daughter is like running a very small mental hospital

Children go through phases, perfectly understandable and expected. My daughter goes through phases about every 35 seconds. She can be ridiculously happy one moment, frustrated the next, laughing, then crying. She can be the sweetest thing that just wants a hug and a kiss, but she can turn quickly to hating you and wanting nothing to do with you. My daughter is clearly insane, or perhaps just 2.

Having a daughter that is slightly off-her-rocker was something I dreaded considering I am a bit bipolar. When I was younger, I thought I was just moody, depressed, or anxious, but apparently I was all of those things. My son is a bit emotional and sensitive but appears to be relatively free from the shackles of any mental health issues. My daughter could be just suffering from the “terrible twos” something my son never went through.  Since my daughter is so young, I am hoping there will be a space of time in her development that she maintains some amount of balance and sanity. As a child, my behavior seemed relatively balanced, but my unstable environment may have just created that illusion. My children may have an uncommon living situation, but they are never without the utmost love and attention. My daughter tends to be an attention seeker as well, making me think that her mood is due to the dramatics she insists upon. As I grew concerned with her behavior, it occurred to me that she is the little sister to her mild-mannered brother. She is the crazy one, the impulsive one, and my son is the stable, mature and reasonable one; roles that were once filled me and my brother.

Every parent has to watch out for signs that may signify a larger problem. Parents worry about emotional problems, learning disabilities, physical issues, and there is really nothing to be done until the problem arises. Loving our children and caring for them to our greatest ability is the only thing we can do.  As a single mother, I am relieved that I have family, friends and my children’s father in their life. It takes a village to raise a child, my friends.

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