08/31/2026
Apparently, I’m pandering.
Which is confusing, because I don’t remember getting a panda.
But if “pandering” means spending approximately 94% of my parenting life trying to work out whether I am:
• accommodating a genuine need
• avoiding an entirely predictable meltdown
• making a reasonable adjustment
• helping them regulate
• reducing an unnecessary demand
• encouraging them to stretch themselves
• accidentally reinforcing avoidance
• choosing my battles
• or simply trying to get everybody through Tuesday…
then yes.
I am absolutely pandering.
The problem with “you’re pandering to them” is that it makes something incredibly complicated sound incredibly simple.
Sometimes our children can’t.
Sometimes they can, but at enormous cost.
Sometimes they can with support.
Sometimes they need us to hold the boundary.
Sometimes the thing everyone thinks we should insist upon genuinely does not matter.
And sometimes we get it wrong.
Because parenting a child with SEND isn’t about removing every difficult thing from their path.
It’s about constantly trying to work out which difficult things will help them grow…
and which ones will simply hurt them.
Anyway.
If anyone actually knows where I collect my panda, please let me know.
I feel I’ve earned one.