I LOVE MY ADHD KID.

Yes, you heard right. I love my ADHD kid.
I am getting ahead of myself. It wasn't always like this. I only became this confident after years
of rejection from schools, day cares, summer camps and stares from the general public. Ironic,
right? But I will tell you my secret. It all started when the terrible three’s didn't want to end. I got
that call from the daycare that said my son didn't know what personal space was. Heck, I didn't
know what personal space was and wasn't that an irony when I learnt that the state of New
York, who hugs for a living, needs their personal space?

Anyway, the daycare director referred
me to have my son evaluated. I took her advice without much of a second opinion (don’t know
why but I am glad I did). He got enrolled into a community school and it was the best thing that
ever happened to him. The complaints stopped and he got services (something I took for
granted until he got to public school). Anyway, at the end of the preschool, they told me he
didn’t need to be in the program and he was ready for public school. And so the problems
began.

Let me tell you a brief history of my son. He is the spawn or superman, energizer bunny
and roadrunner combined. He refused to crawl and walked earlier than his legs were ready. Oh
wait, did I mention it took me only 5 minutes to push him out? So yeah he is the very definition
of hyper ADHD. He never sat still for a second, he was always demanding and screaming. If I
tell you I lost my baby weight after 2 weeks but gained a lifetime of weight when I was raising
him, well, yeah my whole pregnancy and labor was nothing compared to the 5 years of life he
lived on this earth.
I would get calls after calls. “Your son kicked someone, your son threw a stone at
someone, your son punched someone. Heck I once got a call saying my son put his leg out and
someone fell. It was one thing after the other. It was harder for me because I grew up in a
country where the community raised the children. He got kicked out of everything. I jokingly said
by the time he was 6, I would have enrolled him in all the daycares in New York. It was that bad.

One summer, I had to enroll him in 3 daycares to keep my sanity. Special Education would say
he didn't belong and general education would give me a laundry list of things he did. Oh he is
defiant, oh he needs to be on medication, oh you can't control your kid. I heard it all. I cried till I could cry no more. I couldn't find anyone to help me. I pulled my hair, I got sick, I couldn't figure
out why my son would repeat rules to me yet a second later, he would break them. I couldn’t
figure out why he would say, “I’m not jumping, I’m skipping”. I couldn't understand many things
but most of all I forgot that the God I prayed to, to have a smooth pregnancy and a flawless
labor/delivery, came through. Every prayer got answered. I delivered a boy (which was
awesome), 7.5oz which i prayed for because I couldn’t imagine pushing out a 10oz baby, which
runs in my family. I even prayed for him to be smart and my God, he was. So why did I forget
the God that did all that?

Well I did and I am glad I did, because when He came through, my
mourning turned into joy. My son is now 6, shy of his 7th birthday and I love my Adhd kid and I
want to take you on a journey and tell you why and how I got to where I am. So sit back, dry
your tears, get some popcorn and get ready to cry no more because I am going to talk about
labels; yup, the dreaded word. I am going to talk about the downs and downers and then the
ups.

Welcome to my blog and I hope you stay for the ride because you will love it and love your ADHD
kid and hopefully learn something about yourself along the way. I am glad you came. Sit back enjoy and relax. I aim at making the
stressful world you live in a more relaxable moment. I am a mom with an ADHD kid. I have been
there- years of crying, giving up, wondering what I did wrong, the ripping of hair, the feeling of desertion and talking to deaf ears and not knowing where to go, meeting dead ends, you know
the drill. I know how difficult it was for me. It doesn't have to be difficult for you.

I would love to help parents and all navigate through life as it is hard to not be joyful when you
hear too many negative things about your child, especially from the schools and society at large.

Disclaimer- I am a christian but I respect all beliefs. I do not exclude or negate people's beliefs
as my sole purpose is to help the children and parents cope in life. I do mention my faith a lot
but do not let it discourage you. There is something for everyone. Furthermore, I am not a
doctor; neither do I diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any diseases. I mainly inform, entertain and
empower my audience.

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