Being a Mum

One of the things that I love in life, is being a mum. I feel I do it reasonably well. I enjoy my children's company. I've taken an old-fashioned pleasure, in being with them in those early years and when they come home from school. However, a couple of days ago, Arsey, told me that he felt depressed, and some days he found it hard to keep going. Of course, it's easy to put things down to HD and the ripples of change it effects in the family. It may well be teenage hormones and the pressures of exams. However, what bugs me is that everyone else has noticed but me. I can't help feeling, that all my energies have been bent on coping with Roo, and this has taken my attention away from the children.
Arsey, has been much happier since telling me, even cracking jokes. It's me, who keeps checking his shoe laces. He told me to stop patting him, that he's not a dog. I wish he was. Poop the lab is much simpler to love and understand. She thrives on food and exercise. Whilst Arsey, craves a happy environment, to grow into a healthy adult.