She who can do no wrong

I was feeling pretty good.  Feeling like I was doing a really great thing by taking on these little girls who needed a mum and who had been through such a traumatic experience.

Wasn’t I wonderful?  Those girls would really think I’m great and be so thankful for all I have done for them.   Ahh, no...  It doesn’t work like that.  

I am a constant reminder that they have lost their beloved mother.  
(You're not my real mum...)
My mere existence is shrouded in a bitter/sweet feeling and has left their real mum on a pedestal – she who can do no wrong. Therefore, I do everything (well most things) wrong. 

Don't get me wrong.  It's not all bad.  These feelings pop up from time to time and it helps me to be able to get my feelings down in words. There are some issues that are particular to our situation and that seem to crop up again and again over time.  I'm not sure how I would ever get around this one.  Maybe I just need to work out how to not be effected by it.