Apparently going Joan Crawford on their asses works…a bit. There was some progress in just one day, and a busy day at that. My boys are wonderful. I have spoiled them. I will continue to softly spoil them, in a more balanced manner. They are both wonderfully unique and learning how to navigate this world in their own odd ways.
Perhaps what worries me the most is seeing them struggle to “fit in” out of our home since they are not forced to be a square peg in a round hole at home. I don’t think our younger son notices it yet, but our older son does notice the other children staring at him, pointing or whispering. Fortunately, adults around him understand and younger ones aren’t allowed to progress to teasing or being hurtful. I simply hope they both keep putting themselves out there to experience as much as they want to without worry about what others think. That’s probably good advice for myself where they’re concerned.
That and remembering a dash of Joan every now and then won’t hurt. If you could see me, I’m arching my eyebrows even as I type…
ohbloodyhell8 
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