Creative destruction...

We've had a bit of a rough week, that's why I haven't posted in a while. Jacques has had some aggressive episodes the last week and we've been in survival mode.
He got hold of a cd holder full of dvd's and broke most of them into pieces. He also tore up some books, he loves ripping papers into shreds.

He then broke our BIG bathroom mirror while I was bathing him, he broke it with one slap🙈. His guardian angels worked overtime keeping him and myself safe. The mirror didn't fall on us, it came to land on the edge of the bath. I did however get about another thousand grey hairs in the process.

Ruben and myself made a collage out of some of the pieces of material I kept after Jacques' destructive streak. I told Ruben we can make something beautiful out of the broken pieces. We had a blast embracing our inner creative muse and spent some quality time just the two of us.

I took some of the pieces when Jacques first broke the dvd's and I kept it, to use when I worked through the emotions and turmoil I felt when it first happened. As I was cleaning up the items, and there was ALOT to clean up I felt overwhelmed and angry, with Jacques and with our circumstances. But the idea of the collage came to me and I decided to keep some pieces for when I could use the remnants of the destruction to have a mother-son moment with Ruben. It took about 3 days to work through all the emotions and resentment. I wanted to enjoy the experience with Ruben and wanted to make sure I was in the right frame of mind when we spent the quality time together.

I want Ruben to learn that although life sometimes throw curveballs, if you take time to work through your emotions and learn not to react immediately, you will conquer anything this world may throw your way.

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