I’d like to encourage you, if you can, to put your phone down, put your tablet down, shut your laptop lid, get up from your desk – and go find your kids. Hug them tight, kiss their temples, tell them how much you love them. Let go of the stress of day-to-day life and parenting and reclaim that abundance of joy that you felt when they were first born and all you wanted to do was sit and stare at their faces all day.
Last night Jeb said, “Farewell to the worse year of my life!”So, I pulled my amazing 12-year-old into my arms and we had a conversation about perspective and verbiage.
I read a blog post yesterday from a blogger that I have followed since Hallee the Homemaker was brand-new. So, about twelve years. This article completely gave me pause and I have been mulling over what a read for the last twenty-four hours and really feel like I need to address it. The gist of it was, in the face of Corona parenting, she was sitting at dinner with her family and looked at everyone and said, “I’m tired of you.” And then she followed that up with the fact that that phrase, “I’m tired of you,” is not in any parenting book, but it should be.
Most 11-1/2-year-old boys don’t need their little brothers to stand up for them. But, Scott does. His brother, Jeb, is 9 and his defender and protector. He understands, even at 9, that sometimes he needs to be the one to step in and take charge of a situation that Scott is in. He also understands that as they get older, that will remain his responsibility. Because Scott has autism and the social nuances of life are a total mystery to him. It’s not something we’re going to be able to teach him. It’s something he’s going to have to navigate on his own — well, not on his own. With his brother by his side.