When I was younger one of my favorite songs was Guns & Roses “Patience” (still is) who would of thought that this word will define my life.
Having a special child at home means so many things but it especially and mostly means one word that sums it all up- Patience!
I can get mad sometimes.
I can raise my voice or even shout
I can lose my temper and be mad with him even though he didn’t really mean it
I can and I do. I’m only human after all…
But most of the time- almost all of the times I remind myself that the best way, the only way is patience.
Breath, go out for a walk. Clear your mind. Smoke something. Drink a glass of wine. Sleep. Run. Write. But don’t take it out on him or any other person- be patient!
And when I do, when I am patient it works like magic. He listens. He learns. He tries. He gets better.
He is a magical child. One day all of the world will see it, but till then- all we need is just a little patience….