I think I have been living in an amusement park where my son is concerned. I have been on the roller coaster, having highs and lows. I have been on the merry-go-round having the same arguments day after day. I have been on the pirate ship swinging back and forth on parenting techiques and not enjoying the highs or lows of any of them. I have been on the bumper cars butting heads with him day in day out. I have even tried to sit it out on the bench and just watch but that didn't work either.
Right now he is like one of those wandering characters that are so annoying at the parks. He looks familiar on the outside, and he will give me a hug and smile and wave for pictures, but I have no idea who he is inside.
We had another bang up morning. I was running late, he wouldn't do as he was told, I got frustrated he dug his heels in and I started yelling. I could practically write the script for this.
I want to get out of the park and get back to normal.
2 comments:
Here's a ((hug)). :)
Maybe the broken arm will turn out to be a blessing, in allowing you new opportunities to discover the hidden treasures within your son. :)
Hope your roller coaster ride smoothes out soon!
Have you seen http://www.raisinggodlytomatoes.com/ ? She has some pretty encouraging articles. Maybe there would be some encouragement in there for you?
Blessings,
Michele
www.frugalgranola.blogspot.com
Again, you are getting inside my head...I'm really starting to get frightened here!!!--LOL! :)
My son has recently been diagnosed educationally with Autism Spectrum Disorder--they High Functioning Type.
He is 11 years old, very intelligent, but is preparing to enter 6th Grade, (the dreaded Middle School!) and lags behind in the areas of social interaction and adaptability. I am scared to pieces, because I won't know until August where he will be going to Middle School.
My son, as well as my younger daughter, both have an approved transfer to an excellent elementary school, but the transfer expires when the student changes to the next level (ie middle school, high school). I mentioned to him that he may have to go to a different middle school than his elementary school classmates, and he gave me the most panicked look and pleaded, "I don't want to go to school where I don't know anybody!"
I love my son dearly, but I don't really know him. He does not communicate a lot with me, so I look for subtle ways to connect with him, (ie taking him to the library or a baseball game). We butt heads a lot over disciplinary issues, and he is prone to meltdowns.
Please pray for me as I navigate through the often-troubled and unfamiliar waters of raising my children. Pray for wisdom, patience, and insight in how to teach Godly principles to these precious children. In the meantime, I will pray the same for you.
Blessings to you too!
:) Rhea
Gallerhea@yahoo.com
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