Hope for Depression from the Womb: Part 6 of Lessons for Depression from my Grandchildren
There is HOPE FOR DEPRESSION!
Let me say it again:
'THERE IS HOPE FOR DEPRESSION'!
The word 'grandmother' probably conjures up all sorts of cozy scenes of homemade cookies, sleepovers and babysitting. But that is not the case with this Grandma.
Yes, I see them; yes, I love them; yes, I enjoy them, but in small doses and mostly short visits and usually with their parents along to shoulder the responsibility. Because of the limitations of mental illness I am not the sleepover Grandma or the babysitting Grandma.
I have to accept that this is not all bad. I do help out now and then but only if my husband can help too. I don't have the physical or emotional stamina to do it on my own.
It has taken me years to accept this about myself. I am thankful (and I admit a little jealous) that the other Grandmas in their lives can help with babysitting and sleepovers and all sorts of other fun stuff. It makes me feel a little less guilty, since I am unable to provide those kinds of things.
But the grandchildren know nothing of my limitations. They visit me with arms wide open and no thoughts that I don't babysit and all of that other fun stuff. They take me as I am.
I can't introduce you to Grandchild #7 yet. He/she hasn't been born yet but I will name this one 'Hope'.
A new baby brings new hope for everyone.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? Have you learned anything from Limitless, Reticence, Snuggles, Emoticon, Pounder, Shrieker or Hope?
Maybe you have children in your life who you could take some lessons from?
Don't give up! There is hope for depression.