Today is one of those days that there is more screaming, crying, hitting and yelling than nice words and hugs.
It gets crazy loud in here and I often wonder what we must sound like from the outside looking in. My throat is strained and sore from repeating, "If you scream I will kiss you and hug you. I'm not mad at you. Use your words, please, not your hands."
I have older children that are affected by the behaviors of the three with RAD and they, sometimes, forget after having so many good days, what they need to do when the bad days hit.
This is often a lonely and thankless job, yet one I love and would do all over again. So, when we're having these bad days and I hold a child that is not RADical and remind them that it isn't them and its not personal, this one time I remember to shake my finger at myself....I am a great mom and its nothing personal. RAD stinks, it just is what it is, and we'll have the good days again...
Until then, I go back to survival tactics and reteach the same lessons over and over again. Someday they will heal and someday the trauma that dictates so many of their decisions and choices will not control them.
Love you my little RADiant ones!
Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.