I can't even think of a title for this one. My daughter ended her first relationship ( or he did) about 5 months ago. I was expecting tears, depression and a gradual coming out of it. Then on to the rest of life. It has been anything but that. There are girls at school who continuously talk about her, the boy keeps bouncing in and out, and now she's convinced he is the one she's suppose to marry later in life. Of course thru it all I haven't necessarily been the hugs and cuddles mommy but I have listened, talked, tried to guide her in maturing a little bit in response to the situation. Now tonight I have been informed that in all of this I am the one who has caused her the greatest pain. Now a few weeks ago this would have resulted in a good round of self pity, wallowing, and few boxes of little debbies and a general so forget it attitude. At this moment though, I'm just sad. It's hard to find out as a mom that you are a source of pain for your child, at least for those of us within one standard deviation of normal. Now what? I have no clue where to go from here. I wanted to just quit. Then I went into my bedroom and found a drawing on my pillow. One of my sons had drawn a picture with HMD (Happy Mother's Day) and the words "you are wonderfully made" Psalm 139:14. So I figure I might just have a chance to still get part of this condition called motherhood right. After all I do have 4 tries at it. Maybe by the last one, she'll be okay and close to normal. The others I just gotta keep praying.