I struggle with this too. I am wrestling with depression right now, which I think ought to be called something other than depression: for me, it is fear and rage and shame. I am doing my best not to cry in front of my children. I have absolutely no idea who and what I am. I almost can't bear it when people surround me with love and admiration. I feel ashamed and inadequate, an imposter.

I am, therefore, very grateful for this opportunity to reflect back to you an aspect of yourself that you cannot see. We've never met, but you're one of my parenting role models. I love the way you write about Alex and Colin. I love the way you write about politics and your church. I sometimes manage to stop myself before I am about to do something stupid or unkind and ask myself "What would Rivka do?" Then I do that instead.

We also have mice.

"You think you know, what you are, what's to come; you haven't even begun."