I got this from an e-mail support group I belong to- a group of parents I would not have survived the last year without- and apart from the hitting and biting (Damien never did that to me) it could have been written about myself and my darling ADHDer Damien!
You’ve seen me before.
I’m the mom dragging her kid out of the car in the school parking lot while he holds on to the interior for dear life.
I’m the mom walking her kid into school wearing no shoes or coat when it’s 12 degrees outside.
I’m the mom who issues a sigh instead of a gasp when caller ID shows it’s the school calling.
I’m the mom whose cell phone number is on the school’s speed dial.
I’m the mom who has strangers tell her she has the most charming son while caregivers tell her he’s exhausting and suggest I look elsewhere for care.
I’m the mom who knows to hold onto the stair railing so she doesn’t get pushed down the stairs in her child’s rage.
I’m the mom who has put her kid in his room then sat outside crying while he emptied his closet and threw hangers at the door, chipping off the paint.
I’m the mom who had a lock on her kid’s bedroom door to keep him in his room at night when he was young.
I’m the mom who knows the best way to carry a 50 lb kid in a manner where she can’t get kicked, hit or bit.
I’m the mom who can turn her back for 2 seconds and lose her kid in a hotel, on a cruise ship, at the park, or anywhere that child abductors might be lurking.
I’m the mom who will let her 6 year old go into the men’s bathroom at McDonalds alone rather than suffer a meltdown of epic proportions.
I’m the mom who people shake their heads at and say, “That kid wouldn’t be doing that if he were my son”, or “that kid just needs a swift kick in the pants”.
On the other hand, I’m the mom who gets bear hugs and “I love you” with no prompting and right out of the blue.
I’m the mom who gets asked at bedtime, “Will you share some special time with me tonight?”
I’m the mom who has a little boy hugging and kissing her with total abandon – in front of his friends.
I’m the mom who smiles proudly as her son charms the waitress, the mailman and the pizza delivery kid.
I’m the mom who gets to celebrate even the tiniest accomplishments of her son because each one means so much.
I’m the mom who has a son who can make her double over laughing because he has such a great sense of humor.
And I’m the mom who can love her son through good and bad unconditionally.
I’m the mom with an ADHD son.
By Michelle Flood (Mom to Austin, 6)
Mwaaaaahahahahaha! Kidding, but it did cross my mind (and no- that’s not me). Here’s why… next Thursday, my SIL and I are going to have our pictures taken by a pro, at a studio, after having our hair and make-up done by a pro. This is for a magazine article featuring women who have “survived”. I told the woman I spoke to that I haven’t actually survived single parenting as such yet, but she’s included me anyway! I’m really, really excited. But as gorgeous and divine as I know I am- I also know there’s no longer ANY way of hiding my chins anymore- except with serious photo shopping supermodel style! My first (and probably my last) opportunity to be in a magazine- and I’m fatter now than I have EVER been in my entire life! You know that old saying to make sure you have decent underwear on in case you go to hospital? Well, the same can be said for your weight and appearance- just in case you get the chance to be in a magazine!
I bought myself a short, faux-fur coat. It’s black… although in the sunlight it’s a VERY dark brown, like VERY rich chocolate. When I brought it home, Greebo immediately made himself at home on it- and Taxi sniffed it disdainfully as if to ask why I’d brought yet MORE fake fur into his house. With Greebo on it and Taxi sitting next to it giving Greebo dirty looks- I suddenly realised how much like my cat’s coats the fake fur actually looked!
You know how a train of thought works… and I got to thinking about people who have their pets stuffed and mounted when they die, in order to keep them around forever.
Just to make sure you understand- I LOVE fur! LOVE IT! But I do NOT condone the whole fur-trade debacle and I would NOT buy real fur, NEVER EVER people.
However… thinking about having pets stuffed got me to thinking about using Greebo and Taxi’s fur for maybe a hat and some gloves one day when they’re gone… THEN I’d have them with me forever…
Well wouldn’t I?!
So can you tell Damien isn’t around for me to talk-fight-argue-debate-laugh with! My brain is all over the place people!
Feel free to suggest one once you’ve finished reading though!
So Blogland, my darling boy has again succeeded in leaving his individual impression indelibly imprinted in the minds of the staff at his “summer camp” on the coast (how’s that for alliteration!). And I think it’s a new record for Damien too. He hasn’t even been at Sugar Bay for 24 hours, and already I’ve had a phone call- one of the camp counselors caught him smoking today. After he swore to me he wouldn’t do it again!
They’ve let him off with a warning- for now- but if he does it again he’ll have to come home. That’ll be effectively R6500 down the drain (financially), and the cost of me fetching him will then also be added to that! The “cost” of my once again being “embarrassed” (for lack of a better word) by Damien is astronomical in terms of my delicate ego don’t you know!
‘Scuse me for a while so I can scream into my fur coat!