I woke up this morning to a country no longer recognizable. This legacy that we now leave our children is nothing of the free republic that once existed. My heart is heavily burdened with the consequences of the absolute arrogance that believes that spending the money not yet earned by generations not yet conceived will some how help people who have yet to learn to help themselves. I can see the possibilities of our new system and they scare the crap out of me. I can see how quickly my way of life will be threatened. My beliefs and practices will be made immoral by an immoral code that can only recognize absolute immorality as the current “moral” practice.
I have apologized to my children for the state of the country they will inherit. It hurts my heart that this is their legacy.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. C S Lewis
I should be sleeping, or getting ready to sleep. The baby is conked out and sleeping fairly well and as many children as I’ve had I know better than to not take full advantage of that. Yet. Here I am.
I am on an email loop for moms homeschooling children with Sensory Processing Disorder. I rarely, if ever, post and hardly read what comes across, but every once in a while I will happen upon something that is so incredibly pertinent that it has to be God placing it before me.
Parenting a child with SPD is a very difficult task, and one that I fail at regularly. I let my temper get ahead of me and I get angry over stuff I know I shouldn’t. It can quickly snowball and the whole house becomes full of anger and stress. Not an easy time. It’s hard, esp when the child is in full swing spinning (that’s the term we use when he is really unregulated) out of control and just can’t reel it in fast enough to have any sort of impulse control at all. We’ve been more unregulated than not lately for a variety of reasons ranging from the weather (who said it could be winter??? Really? who gave the world permission to be cold and wet for months on end???? We’re not used to that here!) to the lack of our beloved OT who seems to not have a need for us as patients anymore (and rather abruptly. I need some prayers to get over that one…) and it’s ‘been a difficult time. Now that spring is on it’s way and the weather will be changing more frequently we have a greater need to become more regulated and it’s a goal we’re working towards! We need to get our sensory diet needs worked through and planned out so we all can function a bit better.
All that said, for once, I opened one of the posts on the email loop to see a discussion going on between a couple of different disciplinary styles. All that were being discussed were very good, solid options for disciplining a child. All arguments for each method seemed solid and had much merit. Then someone posted something so incredibly helpful, and at the time profound. She said to remember that these methods all work very well for children with behavior problems. However, it seems by our participation in the group that we could all agree that behavior was, at least in our case, a symptom of a problem, not the problem itself. We had to keep in mind when trying to come up with disciplinary techniques that our children are acting out in the ways they are not because of a behavioral issue but due directly to a neurological issue. Neurological.
I knew that. I know that I knew that. I did. But something about seeing it again and being reminded brought it back to the front of my mind. Now I can remember when he is spinning out of control and we are addressing a behavior that the underlying cause is NOT that this child just doesn’t care whether they are “good” or “bad” but that they have a neurological issue that is keeping them from making the best choices in whatever circumstance it happens to be. I can remember to help him work through what led up to whatever behavior and what a different choice might look like and how to respond to a body that is starting to spin, seemingly out of control.
It somehow makes my heart so much lighter and my burden easier to bear knowing this.
By the grace of God I’ll have the tools to help my son and my family deal with the neurological issues that plague him.
By God’s Grace!
Prayers and Peace to you all!!
Our beautiful baby boy is here!!!! He’s ten days old today and such a joy! We got to go to Mass for the first time this morning and it was such a blessing to have my precious little one with me in Mass. We had to leave once to nurse, but then he fell fast asleep and even stayed that way through the K of C pancake breakfast!
Guess I should give you the stats! He was born on March 4, 2010. He weighed 9 lbs 6 oz and was 21.5 inches long! Labor was not long, a bit more difficult than I could manage (despite my deep conviction to offer it up as a lenten sacrifice!) and I opted for an epidural. LOVED that epidural! Easy delivery and all is well!! We’ve struggled a bit with jaundice, but we’re on the upswing from that now. Nursing is going very well, had the normal beginning soreness but it’s fading now.
I’ll add pictures as soon as I can find my camera cord (again).