Cassandra H.

I didn’t even realize I was pushing my daughters away. I didn’t think about the fact that they were going through some of the same grief I was going through. When I was struggling with the worst of it, I never really opened myself up to my true purpose, which is being a mom to my daughters. I always parented, but almost like I was parenting because I had to. Now I parent because I want to. I’ve stopped being blind to their pain. We’re spending our time together as a family. I’m doing art with them, making new friends with them, and having sleepovers. We’re communicating better, and it’s good to have time with my kids. We go to church. I come to my appointments. I’m more involved in their lives – spiritually, emotionally, and physically. We bond over the goofiest things. I cling to the positive moments with my own parents. There were bad times, but the good ones are what I cling to. I’m not nearly as stressed as I was. I don’t know, it’s just…better.