This Year Will be DifferentPosted: September 4, 2012
Guest Post week roars on…and so does my marathon streak of work. I want this convention gone so that I can have time to write. I want this convention gone so my knees won’t hurt so badly. Enough whining. Part of today’s Guest Post Week roar comes from Kim, who writes her own blog, and co-writes another with today’s second author. See what I did there? They write together so I put them up together on the same day. Bam.
DISCLOSURE: The following is what works for my family, and what we have accepted only after thorough discussion with professionals. I’m not a bit concerned about what somebody in Indiana or Alberta thinks about this topic. Of course, everyone is welcome to comment but I am not looking to be lectured and if I feel I am, I will simply skip over your comment, leaving you with your right to free speech and me with my right to tune it out.
I’m writing this at least a week before you are reading it. I have just returned home from Noah’s 7th grade orientation. It’s not like last year where he needed to learn all about the school. This year was just registering his locks to make sure they are the same, turning in his new emergency card and getting his schedule and locker spot. All went smoothly until I said the wrong thing ‘very loudly’ to a friend right in front of her son, a friend of Noah’s since kindergarten. Oh the lecture I got. I forgot that moms of teens have to stick to the basics: How’s the weather, how’s the family, whatcha been doin’, see you at the next get-together (where we can talk while the kids are somewhere else and get down to the nitty gritty).
Noah’s been pretty chill all summer. He’s been utilizing his allotted computer and iTouch time, fighting against his required reading time and getting in some TV time. He’s seen some friends, did a lot of swimming and a little beaching, gone a few places and basically he’s been really easy to have around. He’s not talking nonstop or bouncing off the walls and his focus seems great when it needs to be.
I actually considered keeping him off his meds when he starts school. He’s been off meds all summer and has done fantastic! Maybe he’s cured! Let’s just try! Then I was reminded that it’s not just Noah alone whois hyperactive. His ADHD is sparked by specific situations, such as being surrounded by 29 other kids, not all sitting still, not all being quiet, faculty and students walking by outside, the sound of pens on paper and a teacher trying to explain a concept. TRIGGER.
When I left orientation today, after watching my son greet his friends, both girls (with hugs) and boys (head nod, “what’s up?”), I remembered that these are his distractions. These are the kids he’s “disturbing” in class as per the email or note that goes home weeks into school. We start every year with all the right intentions: He’s going to stay focused. He’s not going to worry about what anybody else is saying or doing. He’s going to wait until after class to talk. He’s going to remain seated and do whatever it is across the room he needs to do when class has ended. He’s going to sit at the table with me and talk me through his homework so I know he’s doing it right. He’s going to stay organized.
And he’s going to stay on his medication, though I myself will never again mention medication of any type to any friend as per his lecture.