Today a good friend reminded me of something very important as a special needs parent. As a parent of two neurodiverse children, she and I compliment each other well and sympathize with the different challenges each of us face. We were talking about our days and she pointed out the following:
It wasn’t a hard day. It was a normal day. I just have to quit expecting our day to be like any other parent’s normal day.
This was like a lightbulb. This is OUR normal. Tantrums over challenged communication is not a hard day. Meltdowns and hiding under a table because a neighbor is trimming his hedges is normal. I need to stop expecting neurotypical behavior from my neurodiverse day child. She is exactly who she should be. It’s me who needs to alter her state of mind.