The hardest parts within the complexities of special needs parenting are the every day ones. The moments where I simply don’t know WHY he’s having a meltdown. Language complications worse than foreign or cultural barriers because he’s MINE and my family and I want to help him better. His words don’t make sense, each individual one does, just not all strung haphazardly together like.
We both sit frustrated and crying.
So, I just hold him and rock him. He still fits, barely, in my lap and this much I can do.