So far we had been working a lot on My son’s language and motor skills. And every day I end exhausted. I used to see the therapies as a long time to keep my older daughter distracted in something else so she didn’t get in the middle of the therapy. As my son always choose to walk away when she gets the attention and he goes happily to play with something away from everyone, he likes that but that must not happen because the therapist will loose “contact” with him.
Now I choose to see them as “an amazing opportunity to reconnect with my older daughter and know that amazing person she has become and growing in to”. I choose to think that way today.
I’m reading a book. One of my friends book. Not an old friend or a long time friend but someone that weirdly enough I feel comfortable with. Someone I admire a lot after reading her book and almost finish it. I will talk about it when I finish reading it.
Back to the topic. Therapies are hard!. I have to stand his crying and not rush to carry him and hug him as I know he is frustrated and angry and feeling abandoned by me as I’m not in the same room. Is so hard to stop myself. No matter I know he is fine, he is not really in pain and he is not hungry ..but it is so hard!.
I used to end each day thinking we haven’t achieve anything. Now I choose to think we are, doesn’t matter is not tangible, we are. He is learning. AS the Chinese bamboo that takes 7 years to show any change while it grows. AS the tulips that take long time to grow but when they do they are gorgeous and perfect. I choose to think that way today. We are achieving things. He is learning.
( That book is certainly changing my way of thinking to a positive world :). )