All day I pour love and patience into other people's children, holding them, soothing them, giving them everything. Then I come home to my own kids with an empty tank, snapping over little things, too worn out to be the parent I want to be. The guilt of that sits on me every single night.
More people experience this than they realize.
You give all your care to other people's kids and come home with nothing left for your own.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.