mister caterpillar

It's been all good or all bad today. Let me start with the bad: refusal to get in the car to go to school this morning, refusal to take a bath, and refusal to go to bed. Indeed, I still hear his little footsteps on the floorboards above me.

There has also been good. A good day at school. A good day working with the behavioral therapist. A nice time drinking hot cocoa after shoveling snow. A hilarious pretend scenario in which he was Mr. Caterpillar and I was Mr. Grasshopper.

I keep realizing that we will never get rid of the bad - or should I say difficult - moments. I just have to learn to keep my cool during them. It's so easy to let the frustrations build up. To feel like I'll never be released from this terrible cycle. It makes the Buddha seem so darn sensible. And yet, the cycle always turns. There are always better moments. And there are sometimes wonderful moments. Like being Mr. Grasshopper and asking Mr. Caterpillar if he is warm enough in his cocoon. "Oh yes," Mr. Caterpillar replied. "Grasshoppers should have cocoons, too."