child rearing, childhood mental health diseases, mental health, motherhood

Why “mental mom”?

My hubby and I have raised 6 kids — he adopted my three (then ages 5 to 14)  when we got marred 16 years ago. His “kids” were 19 and up when we said “I do, forever”.

So why Mental Mom as a blog title? Aren’t all mom’s a little mental at some point in the day/week/month/year? Well, yes, but it seems that when God was aligning our DNA, he had a real sense of humor. DNA really IS a funny thing, and it has caused me a lot of laughter and just as many tears with my kids and my cousins (and their kids!). We all agreed we inherited “some strange stuff” physically and mentally. ALL of  our combined kids came to earth as beautiful lovely babies, and have turned into beautiful, lively, lovely adults. Getting them to stable adulthood has been no easy task for my combined family or for each child, and they have done just as much work as I have in overcoming their particular personal challenges.

Although envy is one of the 7 deadly sins, I admit to envying moms with “easy kids” and often fantasized what that would be like to enjoy. As I have grown older, I have understood better that no child really is an “easy kid” and that probably I had something to do with mine being “difficult”, either by “nature” or “nurture” or both. As women, we tend to try to keep it all together in public for appearances sake, but I admit I was never very good at that, and as a result have raised and eyebrow or ten in the process of making it from one day to the next. More than once I have banged my head on the steering wheel punishing myself for not being able to get kids in the car without a holy war, knowing that the neighbors could hear me yelling something sweet like “just GET in the DANG car without beating each other or we are NOT going!” You’d think public scorn could change that sort of reaction, but not being able to see the preceding events is like wondering where the rain came from after a storm.

My hope in this blog is to share with you some of our family’s (extended included)  difficult yet wonderful experiences with our DNA, and our struggles with nature versus nurture with these challenges. All of us agree that all of these experiences have been for our good, even though walking through fire has given us “tough soles”.