Some days felt so endless with no change in sight. Looking at the big picture there was progress but focusing on the moment, we still had the emotions of a 2 or 3 year old but in the body of a 6 year old with the cutting verbal skills of a teen who hasn't learned to swear yet. And let's all take a moment to thank the Lord that he hasn't learned to swear yet.
Of course there was the phone call in kindergarten that Victor said the "F" word on the bus. Only everyone just believed the bus driver (because the kid is a problem child, after all) and nobody bothered to ask him what the "F" word was. Until he came home. I had a conversation with him and asked him to tell me what he said. He didn't know but he thought maybe it was fartface. John asked him later if he could whisper the bad "F" word to him and he shamefully whispered facebutt. Never have I been so happy to know that kindergartner did, indeed, say the "F" word on the bus.
And then there was that time a month or so ago when I got a similar email. This time I was told that he yelled the "B" word at the PE teacher. I suggested that they ask him what he said and told them the kindergarten account. They never responded but when he came home and I asked him what he yelled at the PE teacher he said, "I don't know. I told them at school the same thing." He came up with a few suggestions of what he might have said. My guess? This was during the phase when he called me Miss every time he was mad. As in, "You can't say that to me, Miss!" Yelled loudly in a noisy, chaotic gym, and by the kid that frustrated everyone in every way, it would definitely come out sounding like something else.
So, I will correct myself. He does know a few swear words like fartface, facebutt, and Miss. But other than that...
2019 was a continuation of a restricted diet and working with a behavioral specialist. Both helped. We added medication and a one-on-one at school. Both helped. Victor starts his mornings with 5 nice things about me and listening to 5 things I like about him. He then tells Satan where to go and prays for help. He's better at this spiritual warfare thing than I am. And the Good Doctor anoints him with oil at night and also prays over him.
The weekend after Thanksgiving was a definite turning point. He had 12 beautiful, miraculous, "normal" days. We've had our ups and downs but since that Saturday, he's had more good days than bad. And for this we are so thankful.
I could explain it away in all kinds of ways but when it comes down to it, I know it's an answer to so many prayers. We still have a long way to go but God is good. God is faithful. And God keeps His promises. Victor will be victorious!
This morning, my shadow was outside the bathroom door, as always. At least I've finally convinced him that sight or no sight, I need my privacy. He asked, "Mom, is this anointment oil?"
I was pretty sure we didn't have any anointing oil so I told him so.
When I opened the door a little later I asked him to show me what he was talking about.
"No, Victor, that is Chapstick."
Then I realized that it smelled very much like strawberry.
"Victor, did you use that to anoint yourself?"
Of course he did.
But it got better. About 30 minutes later he came to ask for a snack.
Looking like this.
"Victor, did you anoint yourself with a Sharpie?"
Never mind, don't answer.
Believe it or not, I'm looking forward to what 2020 has in store!
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