I want to say parenting a kid with ts is challenging. But then he smiles at me. I want him to stop hanging on me, pulling my pants down just enoughto aggravate me then he says I love you.
I want to b*tch and moan about taking 3 hours to complete 1 workbook page and then I question why do the page and then I remember some things in life need a little practice.
Somedays I want to walk out of the house in tears and as I'm deciding I'll head to the lake I remember how much he likes to swim, so we all go.
Somedays I just want to hold him still to enjoy his peace but his peace involves constant movement. I just want to hold him still and savor all the sweetness that he has under the ts.
I wonder how one is a good parent when it is so hard to find patience. It is so hard to be consistent with food or bed or schoolwork or things I know will save my sanity when it produces anxiety, uncertainy and distress in him. And there is always the component of figuring out if he is truly having a hard time or "manipulating" the situation to get what he wants. Humans tend to do that,you know.
We all want our needs met. I don't argue. I just don't know how to meet everyone's need right now.
