One of our children suffers with a condition called misophonia. In a nutshell, it is an extreme sensitivity to common sounds such as gum chewing and popping, mouth sounds, humming, people biting fingernails, hiccups, and when people rub their hands or feet together. When she hears those sounds, sounds that might bother or annoy you and I, it sends her into a white rage. She is learning coping skills and even how to sometimes control it, but it still often interrupts her life in discouraging ways.
I want to share two experiences with her wherein our Heavenly Father intervened and helped me to understand and help this child in a way I otherwise would not have been able. The first happened in the evening as I was getting ready to go out. Someone was making a sound that she could not bear. She came into my bathroom in a near meltdown. Because I could not help her when she was in such an irrational state, I had her sit down, put her head between her knees, and wash her face with a wet washcloth. Slowly, she began breathing evenly and getting control. I, in the meantime, was undergoing a transformation of my own. When she first came in, I wanted to roll my eyes, tell her she was being irrational, command that she cowboy up and stop her belly aching! Instead, as I stood there brushing on my mascara, I plead with my Heavenly Father to teach me what to say to her; something that would actually help her rather than make her feel worthless because she couldn't yet control those strong emotions.
As her rage settled to despair, I knelt in front of her and heard myself say the most wise, most encouraging council. I reminded her that she was loved and continually prayed over. I reminded her that Heavenly Father was aware of her and her challenges. Then I said, "I know this feels like a life sentence, but it isn't. You are already improving! Every day you get a little bit better and you will continue to get better! Have patience with yourself and with time you will hardly believe how far you will have come."
I watched her eyes go from the black of I cannot take this to being filled with hope.
Then, more recently, she had had another difficult evening. I talked her down and helped her to find herself. After all was well once again, we knelt together in prayer. After the ordinary pleadings of a mother about a beloved daughter, I heard myself say, "Heavenly Father, please bless this child as she struggles with this weakness and then bless this weakness to become a strength to her, that she might bless others because of it."
These were not my words, but because of my sincere desire and faith, the Holy Ghost gave me the words to speak, the prayer to ask, the blessing to invoke.
Parenting is difficult! People love to suggest that children came without an owner's manual, BUT THEY DID! We have scriptures and, if we are willing to listen to the whisperings of the Holy Spirit, we have personal revelation. What could possibly be a better parenting guide than the King of Heaven himself?!