All good things…

…must come to an end. And things were going so well that I knew it couldn’t last forever. How quickly things can change. That’s what happened tonight.

In a rather public setting at my work, Samuel lost control of his temper. The thing that is the hardest part for me is my inability to understand it. I can’t get inside his head. While there are many emotions Samuel might experience that I can relate to, loss of control isn’t one of them.

Don’t get me wrong—I get angry. Anyone who knows me at all knows that. But I don’t lose control.

One thing I can relate to is what seems to make Samuel angry—the loss of control. I’m a control freak. I like to be in charge. So I try to make sure Samuel is in situations where he feels a sense of control by giving him choices (would you like a or b?) and not imposing my will upon him unless it is necessary. The problem that I struggle with is that the world doesn’t work that way…especially not for an 11-year-old. I don’t want Samuel to get a false sense of reality, but I also want to provide a setting in which he can continue to take those baby steps toward real progress.