I am coming to the realization that my son, the one we are adopting this month is disabled. He came to us at age five. Now eight, his behaviors continue, and frustration mounts for me with every melt down, every backwards shirt, every grueling homework hour. The reality is, for whatever reason, emotionally or intellectually-- he is unable to behave like my other four children. My frustration, and lack of patience is a result of me operating on the premise that he can, but is choosing not to out of defiance. I have a long road ahead of me. Learning how to parent him patiently and with empathy as he screams and snarls at me is a big order. Lord help me to be the parent he needs, give me peace and patience overflowing. It is only through you that I am able to be what I must for our little guy. Amen
I enter this new week a little tired, but smiling. Why? No drama this weekend. We had sunshine, and sports, and cuddle time--- less the drama. Most families don't experience the intense level of emotions that the Rhodes clan does. Sure, they have the hectic life of families, perhaps some fighting, the normal mess--- perhaps a little teen hormone induced drama....but we have drama of a different kind in our house. The kind of drama caused by a brain that is shooting off crazy chemicals induced by years of trauma. When our son Victor is home, the whole world is a great big land mine. Saying the wrong thing, calling him out on behavior, or even suggesting that he not eat a 4th serving of ice cream can cause the the peace to recede, and for chaos to ensue. He is now in a boarding school for kids with emotional issues. As sad as it is that our family isn't all together--- I must admit that the peace in our household is a welcome blessing. We are learning more and more
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