So to make a long story short, let’s just say that Michael hates rain. Always has from the day he was born. When it rained, he cried and was not easily soothed. I remember countless afternoons and evenings spent pacing the hallway between the bedrooms with a crying newborn Michael trying to get him to sleep. It got so bad that I was near crying, but too tired to cry. I learned after several months that the rain gave anything but a soothing reaction to Michael. Just like me. I’ve always disliked rain. It made me feel sad, depressed and like sleeping. It was only when I got older and realized I was a writer, that I started appreciating the meditative soothing qualities of the drip dropping rain on my windowsills, and the creativity it fueled. I also enjoyed curling up with a good book when it rained, and depending on the time of day, a good cup of moka java or glass of wine. 🙂
Michael still has to learn to like rain, or may never, I don’t know. All I do know now, is that when it rains, my life with Michael becomes much more challenging. He exhibits more behaviors, is more unpredictable, and tests me more. Last night it was whopping me hard on the back for who knows what reason. The temptation to whop him back was great Moms, really it was, but of course I didn’t. I truly believe that hitting anyone is wrong in every sense of the word. I’m sure you’ve all been there. We had snack, we baked cupcakes, he mapped out his favorite streets (relaxing for Michael), and I did get an apology from him and a promise not to hit again. I have tried to get him to talk to me about how he feels, but all I get is I want to go to the park. And that’s just it. Two days of rain and no outside playing and this is what we have to contend with. I can only imagine how hard it is for Michael, but I am still trying to figure out the formula. He won’t let me massage him, won’t always play on his swings and trampoline in our basement. Like me, he has to find the formula of balance, and it is not always so easy. Changes in school the last two days and with me working more on the home front, haven’t helped his feelings of security. But life is not static. Change is part of everything. How do I teach him that? This is a question that constantly challenges me.
Exceptional Moms, do rainy days plague you and your children? Do you know which way to turn? Have you figured out the magic formula? If not, don’t be discouraged. In time, you will connect the dots. I am in the process of doing that, and reminding myself to be patient with this little human being that needs me to be patient. All I can do is look to the universe for guidance and give him choices of proper reactions. In time it will balance out. Until next time.