Today I was really tired. Tired of therapy sessions and parenting classes. Tired of trying so hard. Tired of being tired. Tired of sticker charts, ignoring, time outs, positive attention.
I just wanted to hug my little boy when he was throwing a tantrum.
I didn't care if it was giving attention to negative behavior.
I just knew he was upset, and I wanted to fix it.
I don't know everything about parenting a kid on the spectrum, hence all of the classes and therapies, but I know how to love my son and give him a hug.
It wasn't the "right" thing to do, since I was rewarding a tantrum. I was told so today, in fact.
But in my head, I said, "Buzz off, lady! My kid needs a hug."
I'll work on the rest of my "skills" tomorrow.
Today, I'm just going to love.