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 Choosing my battles

This carries forward the thought of my previous point. I used to worry over every little thing my son Vedant did when actually I can’t be worrying over whether he finished his peas or not when I’m still working on his speech . I would go to a party, someone came to Vedant and greeted him. He said..well..nothing at all. He was where he feels the most comfortable :in his bubble. When I would come back home, rather than being proud over how well he did being around so many people, not having a behavior, not having a meltdown and not escaping away or having an accident or I would be upset that he didn’t say a hello back and that he had such poor social skills? Now, on retrospect I realize that I will need to choose my battles carefully. There will be so many challenges that will come my way. I can’t , rather should not ,try to fight each and every one of those or I will be draining myself out. I would, instead , save that effort for a bigger challenge where I’ll need it most. Also, sometime you just want to put your weapons down and live your imperfect moment in the most perfect way you can; and that’s what I’ve started doing and feels like a weight off my shoulder.

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