Since we’ve had three snow days this week (and with today’s blizzard, we’ll probably be out the rest of the week), all three kids are home. This isn’t much of an issue with Emma and James, since they find a lot of stuff to occupy themselves with: sledding, reading, painting, etc. However, with Henry, it’s a whole ‘nother ballgame.
Henry is our special needs kid, and as he gets older this becomes more prevalent. He’s falling further and further behind academically, socially, and emotionally, and this is something that we just have to deal with day by day. He is afraid of everything: horses, sledding, Polly Pockets (uh huh), you name it, he’s probably got some sort of sensory issue with it. Plus, he tends to scream whenever he’s frustrated, angry, or confused – which is most of the time. This makes for a pretty stressful time of it.
Dean and I pinch-hit with Henry. For the most part, we usually don’t get stressed with his behavior at the same time (unless he REALLY is on a roll), so if one of us is getting frustrated or burnt out, we can pass him off to the other one, or take the other one aside and remind them that we’ve got to be patient. This happened this morning, in fact.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, exactly. I guess that some days are harder than others. Henry has changed me profoundly in ways that I would never have imagined, and I’m grateful for that. It’s just that I never thought that the process would be so dang hard.