Tonight, I am sitting in my hallway of my very small house. Without getting up, I can see all four exterior walls. I can also see into the bedrooms of two small children who are having a difficult night.
Neither one of them is good with changes and transitions. My daughter has always been that way; it's part of the potpourri of Asperger's that she got. I think my son's difficulty is primarily the age he is. Both of them had a hard time this week, maybe not harder than mine but they act it out more honestly.
My son is begging me to sleep in the same bed. Unfortunately, I have a couple of hours of chores to do before I can sleep, so that can't happen. If he were to relax and stay in bed, I could get started. But right now I'm having to guard the door to keep him in the bed.
The hardest part--the only hard part, really--of this transition has been seeing them have to adapt. I hope they do better than I did. I was my son's age when my parent's divorced, and it wasn't fun.
Friday, September 26, 2008
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Change can be so hard. Before you know it, you will have a new routine and a new "normal". Your past doesn't need to be their reality- you have the wisdom to guide them in a better direction. You will all be ok(but you already knew that). Big hugs(and a pitcher of magaritas)
Toss in some chocolate and vodka on MA's gifts and hugs, and we'll have a party. The kids can have some benadryl ice cream topping on their sundaes.
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