Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Some Days

Some days he has these big ideas and strong opinions and I just smile and nod and calmly find ways to distract him

Some days he yells in my face and threatens me and I just take a step back and firmly but calmly tell him what needs to happen

Some days he is dysregulated and I grab him in a bear hug and I tell him we will make it through together.

Then there are the days like yesterday where I totally lose my shit

Days where I can't take being yelled at and defied and delayed from taking his younger brother to an appointment.

Days where I yell and I am not a therapuetic parent and I storm around seriously wondering how on earth did I get here and how much a one way ticket to somewhere far, far away would cost.

But by now I know by now that the bad Some Days pass

and tomorrow has the potential to be a good Some Day.

1 comment:

  1. Yep - that would be that being human thing again. It's alright and maybe even good to be not having to be perfect constantly. He cannot always be the centre of things. Tomorrow is a new day.