Several months ago, the origin of the phrase Keep Calm and Carry On was all over the web. I love the sweetness of the “little engine that could” story and how the phrase has resurfaced after all this time. I started thinking about the phrase over the weekend because it’s kind of become my mantra lately.
I think I’m finally starting to see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to Max. I don’t mean to imply that he’s “cured” or no longer has needs. I’m talking about how I feel about them. I’m finally starting to understand him a bit better and get less frustrated. I tell myself at least once a day “stay calm and move on”. I know now that when he’s hungry he has a melt down. I know that when he’s tired, he has a melt down. I know that the hours between child care pick up and dinner or bedtime are prime times for biting. I know that when these various melt downs happen, all he really needs is a hug. I’ve learned how to talk him through a situation and find a better solution than biting or screaming. I’ve learned that if I simply spend some time with him (and Ben) after school and before prepping dinner that our evening is generally much more enjoyable.
I’ve learned to keep calm and carry on when Max doesn’t want to participate in an activity (like Father’s Day strawberry picking when he wanted to leave as soon as we got there). What used to drive me batty because our day was “ruined” I now know will pass. Now, I take a deep breath, put a smile on my face, keep calm and carry on with giving Max the support he needs to learn how to better handle his emotions and social situations.
I do have to say that I never thought this moment would come. I never thought I would feel at peace with our situation, but it does come and I do.