I have two: 6 & 10. They're amazing. It can make the BP all the more heart-breaking at times, because I feel how profoundly unfair it is to my kids to have to live with. When I'm not depressed, though, I think I'm a pretty great mom. I've gotten pretty good at explaining to them what's going on for me when I get irritable, depressed, or whatever. Even when I snap at them, I'm quick to apologize and let them know if it's something that's going on with me so they KNOW it's not them. The BP can make it hard to handle normal parenting tasks, though.