Well, maybe that isn’t the most time-appropriate title for this post, but it fits. My son is out of school for winter break like most kids. It has been quite a challenge here and there keeping him calm and entertained all the while getting things done around the house while I’m not working (to be honest I’ve called out three out of the four days back to work anyway this week…shhh). But I digress.
Z has ADHD which was diagnosed in 2015 and it has been somewhat of an uphill battle since then. He has attended two summers’ of camp at a school that specializes in ADHD and behavioral therapy. This is where he was first diagnosed since his last school asked me to get him to the camp STAT over the summer. They obviously saw something I didn’t and I am so glad they did. You see, his grades are incredible; IQ high as a genius. His behavior? Not so great. And the OCD quirks that sometimes travel with ADHD are a bit more than I can handle some days. More about this when the time comes to rant about it.
But today I stayed home. I worked a little and then decided to take Z to get some new shoes for school and run some errands. And he was happy to go, although it took some coaxing to get him away from the Xbox. Once we were out of the house it was all about us and his desire to help me, open doors for me, and ask me where we were going and what we were going to do when we got there. We listened to The Beatles in the car and danced in the parking lot. We stopped at the pet supply store to look at the animals and then went on our way to buy shoes that he picked out himself. He was so proud of his shoe selection.
When we got home, we then went with B to dinner. The other three kids weren’t with us as they went back to their mom’s house this morning. His dad and their mom have time-sharing every other weekend. So, Zach was quiet at dinner since it was just him. He and I played the typical kids’ menu games, Tic Tac Toe and Complete the Square. He ate his food and was rewarded with dessert. He was polite. He was calm. He was at peace.
I looked at my son and wished a thousand times for him to be comfortable like this all the time; even when the kids are with us. I wanted to squeeze him and whisper in his ear like so many times before that it isn’t a competition; that he is the only one I will ever love and the only one that is a part of me. I want him so badly to understand this and remember.
For a day, he was my little Z again and I was his Mommy and things were good. Even when with B things were good; family-like even. There was no fighting or yelling or tattle-telling or anger or crying or resentment. It was calm. And the future seems bright again.
Shine on, little man.