Thanks, to all of you. I get uncomfortable when people start trumpeting my mothering skillz, because really, I'm not that amazing. At least I don't think I am. It's like lumberjim said, I'm plenty dysfunctional just like everyone else. And I'm not putting this stuff out there to make people aware of my situation personally, but rather the overarching situation of everyone I spend time with these days.
Lots of parents have to go above and beyond to care for their kids, the only thing that makes me different is I'm doing it against the advice of a lot of people. You guys start giving me all this credit, and my first thought is, "No! Didn't you see? I didn't do this; his doctor did this--despite the fact that 90% of other doctors say he's a quack!" It would be easier if I could feel only joy at his progress, rather than this undercurrent of betrayal. But I think the sense of betrayal also makes me fight harder for him, so I guess that's good too. Well, good for him. And good for my massage therapist's pocketbook.
