Boxing Fights

That's what my boys call it. Boxing Fights. I love that they play together, I hate that it teeters on the edge of an actual fight the whole time. But this was this morning and there was peace and I'm so grateful when that happens. I'll take the fleating moments and deal with the rest as it comes.

We did great today until about noonish. Then attitudes came out and frustration sunk in. Aaron is just so defiant lately. Since winter break has been over, he really has been easy to fire. Most days are spent in and out of drama but always end up with him crying at night, telling me how sorry he is and wishing he could change things. I just hold him and tell him it's okay and we will work it all out as best we can. I always try to reinforce the calming strategies that work for him and always always always tell him how very special he is and how much we love him. He melts and becomes my little baby again and all is right with the world. Adam does this frequently throughout the day, whenever there is conflict, he needs the immediate resolution and I'm okay with that. Wish Aaron didn't let it build all day, but we work it out.

Anyhow, I wanted to blog yesterday but was waiting for "the victories" because I surely will blog them. They just don't always come when I want them. Right now, while I'm typing this, they are creating a screenplay for the next Star Wars movie, which they have named Star Wars Galaxy. They are worried about the franchise since Disney purchased it. They have a need to meet George Lucas and discuss the future. Yes they are only 6 & 7 years old. So right now, is a victory. Phew.

I'm happy to be getting some great feedback since I started this blog. Lots of "I appreciate your honesty." My mom, who even though knows first hand what this looks like, had an even greater understanding of it all, and a good cry. Love you mom. Lots of understanding glances that said, I read your blog, I want to hug you but I don't know if I should. A few sympathetic looks. And a lovely friend with words of encouragement that said, "I hope you know how much I enjoy Adam. There is something about him, that when I look at him, I just feel beautiful." If you are reading this, you know who you are and yes, they were the perfect words and I carry them in my heart.

Already this blog is helping me relieve a bit of my own stress and let everyone have a good look at what we live through and how we cope with it. I didn't start this to have a platform to whine or bitch about my kids, even if it may sound that way sometimes, I started this to be honest about how life in this aspergers house is. And maybe it will in some way help someone else to deal or perhaps help someone else to get a diagnosis. Diagnosis is an uphill battle, on ice, in barefeet. Especially when often times aspergers just looks like a naughty kid. Okay, can't start on that now. That will be another blog on another day.

Lots to do, it is Friday so that means, it's Klassen Family Game Night.