Hey Monsters!
I know I have a lot of catching up to do as we have had an INCREDIBLE August. But, for now, I just have a short post of something that came to me today. Maybe it won't make sense to you until you are an adult but it was clearly an "A-HA" moment for me.
In the past, I have had bouts of depression. I can usually recognize them by a pattern of thoughts that I have. In therapy, she pointed out that in each of those patterns, I want to escape. I want to run away. I don't want to face what the problem is and the easiest solution is to run. While I have never acted on any of those impulses (and let's be honest, I have no idea how one would go about disappearing and starting a new life with a new identity), I can always recognize those symptoms as the start of a downhill spiral.
Today, I was thinking about that pattern and how I can't imagine running away and never seeing what happens to you rugrats. The next thought in my head was that "the boys ground me." I don't mean that in the sense that you punish me and ground me from my laptop. I mean that in the sense that you stop my feet from wanting to run and you are a solid foundation that keeps me grounded. While I doubt you can see the relevance of that and I hope you never have the same depression/thought patterns, this was a huge revelation to me today.
So, monkeys, thank you for grounding me and keeping my head in the right place. Since Elijah was born, I have only had one small incident of feeling depressed and that was towards the end of Joey's pregnancy. I was in so my physical discomfort that I was depressed. I am not sure how people with chronic pain deal with it!! But, other than that, you guys keep the depression away and I am firmly grounded :)
Love you - your mom
