The End.....

is coming. My oldest child is graduating high school. His teen years have been a struggle. He's been arrested,sent to boot camp, a group home, had his license revoked twice, gone through three vehicles and has only recently been diagnosed as bipolar.
I think back on all the years that have been wasted of his school years and all it took was one dr's visit and he was on a med that three weeks in has made a drastic difference in his moods. I have taken him to a couple of dr.'s and no one made the diagnosis. I should have known because I am bipolar. I should have seen the signs. I did not because his symptoms were not the same as mine.
This boy was my first born. The one I placed so much hope in. They were shattered. Everytime I would extend a hand he would bite it. I am so tired now. I know that this bipolar thing is going to make his life harder. I just want the best for him for the rest of his life. I want him to be happy. I want his life to be long and prosperous. I want more for him than what I had. An"easier row to hoe".