A challenge

I’ve been challenged lately.  I have one very sweet little boy who is completely out of sorts.  He is my child of routine (hmmm…maybe takes after his mother a bit?) 

School finished May 23 for him.  He moved, out of state, out of his favorite room with his favorite mural on his wall.  He moved from his taekwondo studio. He said good bye to the neighbors he biked with EVERY day.  Life, as he knew it, completely took a 180 degree turn.

I thought our ducks were in a row. I thought I had him prepared, settled and ready to handle the changes.  Apparently not.

And it’s been hard, very hard.  My patience has worn thin, almost threadbare right now. I’m at my wit’s end to know how to attend to his needs without caving in to the whining, the tantrums, the indecision.

Each of us goes through periods of our lives that are harder than others.  My sweet, kind boy, lover of all things routine and in order, NEEDS school to begin, yesterday. 

This mommy? Well, I wake up praying for an extra measure of patience daily and attempt to greet whines with love.  It’s not easy.  But then again, life is not supposed to be easy is it?