I’ve done lots of interviews in my professional life. Before the question HR interview: What motivates you? I almost always answered that I wanted to be the best, I answered that I wanted to add by technical knowledge, that I wanted to help my family, etc.
But to be honest, I think there was a lack of sparkle in my eyes, the lack of that heart beat, the sweat on my hands. Until this year I really did not understand that.
For a parent, and a mother receive a call from the school that their child behaves differently, and see the delay in speech, in the behaviorally agitated, then try to think that it is just speech problem, or any “delay” is complicated.
I remember that in the middle of 2017 we looked for the phone, and he always went there, we did not understand that the process would be slow. We did not understand that the process would in many moments be painful and silent mainly for mothers. And it is, make no mistake. Then start a process with psychology, and soon hear that yes, your child has autism. Honestly, I held my cry for days, weeks, until one day I fell apart with my wife. Until I saw, that I should be the guardian, and have a motivation to wake up at 4am to study, run, and then take Rafael and his little brother Pedro to school. For another day, and she will take care of the house. Pray, sometimes cry without me knowing. Have the insecurities of a wife, mother and housewife.
Parents often take their child to a number of doctors’ offices to try to understand why their child behaves differently, in the expectation that there will be another explanation for the fact, even though they may be suspicious of autism, after all there is a lot of information on the internet about the symptoms.
My son Rafael to this day, almost five years old, has the behavior of screaming, not talking everything, now that to our joy begins to drop diapers, and pee alone. Yes, almost five. While Pedro, before age 3 already does everything alone 🙂
Little achievements, take away our tears, smiles, tight heart.
We try to go to the supermarket on Sundays when it opens, when everything is empty, because Rafa is often unpredictable, runs, screams, and talks little.
We ride a lot of cars because he likes to get distracted, and now that he’s learning to read, he really tries to read everything and it’s a joy.
We always ask the teachers how Rafa is, and every hour he does a duty, trying to interact, is a joy.
But every time we see a photo of the school he is off, we wonder if he will really improve if he really will get used to having a more “ordinary” life.
When Pedro got Rafael by the hand today and said, “Faithful, come,” and took him by the hand, and went to the park to play with his grandmother, sometimes, besides holding the cry, I thank God for another achievement , simple to many eyes, but huge to my and my wife’s.
And speaking of her, he gave up his studies, of trying to work, to take care of Rafa. I will never really be able to thank and try to reciprocate the love of my wife, for all that she, for her resignation, and for her incredible love.
So back to the topic: what motivates me?
My wife, my son Rafael and my son Pedro.Sobre o autor: Guilherme Teles é um cara qualquer que não dorme direito e acaba escrevendo. Sou Certificado CISSP, CHFI, CEH, LPIC-3, AWS CDA, AWS SAA, AWS SOA Quer assinar a newsletter do site e receber esse e outros artigos? Clique aqui! Aproveite e navegue pelo smeu blog. Quem sabe você não está exatamente precisando de uma ajuda ?