Patience

Parenting any four-year-old is not a job for the faint of heart, throw in an autism diagnosis and a genetically superior sense of stubbornness and you have just described my life. My son is the sweet, kindest, most loving boy. He is also stubborn and not easily swayed from something he’s interested in. Today was one of those days where nothing went right. He was out of sorts. My patience was short. We spent a lot of time butting heads. As I’ve worked through my own issues of childhood, it has made me very conscious of how I parent. I guess it can best be described as attachment parenting. I encourage my son to be independent and strong but he knows Mama has his back. As he grows and learns, I feel him moving further away and I want to pull him back and not let the world get him. I keep thinking, as new milestones pass, this is the hardest part of parenting but then life seems to ramp it up. I’m trying to be for my son, the parent I never had. These days when we are both glaring at each other at the end of the day and waiting to see who will fall asleep first, I hope he knows I love him more than I ever imagined possible...even when he acts like a dick.