In the car, jamming to tunes without children in the back, and I hear Christina's newer song, "Keeps Getting Better". Got me thinking...does it keep getting better?
It actually feels like everyday I am living the math problem from fourth grade. It goes like this, "the snail goes up the well 2 feet everyday, and at night the snail slides back down 1 foot; how long until the snail gets out of the well?" I have purposely omitted how deep the well is...because who knows how super deep this well is we are in!!! I'm actually surprised we are still able to breathe some days.
So, at any rate, some days "I'm a super Mom" and other days "I'm a super...not so stellar mom". On the good days, I think, "I can do this, have been doing it and there is progress." On the bad days I think, "I can't possibly do this one more minute, he will never get it." And at night, we discuss strategies and evaluate the progress.
He is now just primarily verbally aggressive instead of physically. The horrible daily tantrums are minor and less destructive. Progress? I guess. Still feels like sliding down the well to me. But, I need to hang on to the mantra "Keeps Getting Better." Without it, there's no way the snail is getting out.
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