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Katiebearman
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I have two sons, Alex aged 4 and Theo aged eighteen months, and I don't mind admitting I'm one of 'those' mothers who's every other word is about my kids. I wa only eighteen when I had Alex, and needless to say the odds were pretty stacked against me. I didn't have a great childhood, and there's many things I still haven't come to terms with and I'm much older and wiser than that scared confused eighteen year old girl I was. Even though it was damn scary finding out I was expecting and all the studies I'd have to prolong there was a tiny bit of me that was ecstatic; finally I had my own little person to love, I'd have a family, I'd be NEEDED. And from the moment he was placed in my arms I threw myself into trying to give him the childhood I wanted. It wasn't easy, I dropped out of schooling so i could work and I missed out on alot because I was battling with postnatal psychosis. I felt so guilty for letting depression get to me, growing up with a suicidal mother myself I'd vowed I'd never let things get that bad, but u honestly had no clue how easy it is to get into a rut. Anyway, I successfully came of my medication three years ago, we got ourselves financially stable, got married and were blessed with little Theo. needless to say I'm so so proud of my children, and why shouldn't I be? I've fought to get where I am now, which is just a normal mother. Anyway, I was recently told I shouldn't take so much pride in my children, as its sinful. Surely this is ATLEAST worded wrong?! Someone please explain, I honestly don't see how loving my children and sharing it with the world is a bad thing...