Inner Dialogue

why is it that certain conversational topics plunge me into a round of guilt and quiet tears about how i raise my kids, what i teach my kids, what they are exposed (or not exposed) to? i am doing the best i can with what i have, i've always tried to do the best i can, and i keep trying to do better constantly. what i hear (what the kids do is a reflection of me) probably isn't what the actual message is, but it sure comes across that way sometimes. i'll write it off to headaches and hormones tonight.