Today my mood seems to have gone downhill. I know what’s triggered the problem but cannot seem to resolve it.

It's because I have never had the opportunities to go out into the world and experience for myself what my children are now benefiting from. That just wasn't my life. The questions I'm beginning to ask now is when does a parent stop being a parent, or when does a parent start being a parent?

When might a parent choose not to concern themselves with being a parent? It’s funny because I am totally the opposite. I have always based my relationship with my children on honesty, openness and mutual respect – and being there.

I’m not sure how things will get easier, I have struggled for what seems like a lifetime, but I know my emotional difficulties and my lack of confidence have brought me to this place. My children have more confidence than me.

Until I can work through my issues, I suspect things will be back to wreak havoc again. I am going to have to make sure I continue to stay strong.