|Stop Sign (Photo credit: ladybeames)|
We are learning how to communicate our wishes in a very direct way.
I am learning how to move quickly from frustration to praise.
He is learning to listen.
The hardest part of the lessons so far are the handful of moments when he seems to be heading straight towards another car. It is hard to remain calm and communicate clearly when a hallucinatory bill from an auto body shop keeps blinding my vision. I take a deep breath. He takes a deep breath. "OK. When I say stop. Stop. Immediately. Let's go around again. Move forward. Turn right at the stop sign. Good, much smoother." Flashing on my imminent death or not, we move forward. We will keep practicing and keep talking and learning. (A great metaphor that I won't force on you here.)