“Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.” Og Mandino
Following the mornings events I just received a phone call from my wonderful team of support workers for Sydney, and they informed me of the last two days of progress. If you can imagine this is what Sydney has done between yesterday and today:
- She ate at second break with a special group that happens on Tuesdays
- She showed the support worker where the next class was because they were out of the room and the class was at music when they returned but only Sydney knew where to go
- She went outside for second break without assistance this afternoon. Two of the little girls in her class walked outside with her and she was smiling and enjoying herself
- She walked right past me at lunchtime and continued to her desk while her friends were talking to me. I spoke to her for a couple minutes. She gave me a hug and a kiss and away she went.
Can you believe after such a tremendously emotional morning she managed to pushed through the anxiety and she did it. For today for now she did it. The support team had no idea that this morning had happened so when they were talking to me about all the accomplishments honestly my head was spinning. I am so happy for her but man I feel like a bit of a punching bag. “That’s what parenting is all about” isn’t it. Being there for your kids to help them grow and become strong individuals is worth a little screaming and emotional outbursts. It’s all worth it in the end.
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It sounds like your daughter and mine are alot alike. Something triggered my daughter into an anxiaty disorder this fall. It may have been kindergarten, the babysitters son being mean to her, or maybe it was a new class at sunday school. We don’t know. She has good days. She has bad days. I too have an anxiaty disorder that flaired up when she started hers. So, I feel like a punching bag many days too. It’s hard not to feel like she is taking advantage of me at times. She can walk into school on her own one day. The next day she clings to me and cries like it is the last time she will see me. At least she is not crying all day and all night anymore. She still does cry in her sleep, but not as much as she used too. Her doctor put her on prozac and she is seeing a play therapist. I look forward to a day that she no longer needs me. I know that wounds awful, but I am so tired emotionally.
I really appricate your sight. I will probably read it often.
Thanks!!!