A pitiful sounding knock on the front door told me that my son was coming inside a little earlier than expected. When questioned about the time he had outside, he told the story of being “told” to go home because he didn’t want to play the game the other kids wanted to play. My heart sunk a little. I know that he was probably leaving out a few details, and perhaps he was being a little aggressive, selfish, or anything else that a boy can be, but I didn’t really care. My heart hurts when his heart is hurting.
A few minutes later he got mad at his sister for a trivial thing, erupted into tears, ran to his room, and shut the door. We gave him his space, but eventually my husband went into his room to console him. I’m not sure if we ever will know the full story of what happened with the other boys on the street, but obviously my son felt like an outcast.
My maternal, bear-like instincts kicked in immediately. Truth be told, I wanted to march right across the street, ask what happened, and why my son was the only one not playing outside with them. I didn’t though. I stayed in and stewed a minute within myself trying to come up with the right words for him. I eventually said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to play tag or anything else they want to play. You don’t have to go along with what they want to do all of the time, and the next time they come over and ask if you if you want to play, it’s okay for you to say no, if that’s what you want to do.”
I don’t know if that was the right response. It’s hard to teach a child to stick up for himself/herself in this age of “bully-hood”. I want my children to stand up for themselves, but at the same time, I don’t want their stance to backfire and for them to be labeled. This is not the first time he has been let down by the kids on the street. I witnessed a few of them making fun of him and not “allowing” him to play with them. On that day, I spoke up and said to these boys, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, please don’t say anything at all.”
I have not really ever written about the challenges we have raising a son with ADHD. A part of me feels as though I’m betraying him a bit by even mentioning it. Yet, there is another part of me who needs to reach out about parenting a child with it. Prior to seeing “it” in action, I got caught up in the thinking that “every child is hyper/he’s just a boy”. I’ve learned through first-hand experience that raising a child with ADHD is difficult. It causes social problems, potential behavioral problems, and can affect self-esteem.
I know he can be impulsive at times, might not listen with intensity, makes friends and loses them quickly, and always seems to be one step ahead of his peers. I also know that he gets bored with repeated play and does tend to play by himself a lot. I’ve heard comments suggesting that he just needs to be disciplined, or he needs to act like other boys, etc. When things like this are said, it stings a bit. I’m not excusing any of his social or behavioral challenges because of ADHD, I’m just keenly aware that there are certain symptoms that go along with the diagnosis. Even I find myself struggling at times with patience in having to redirect him numerous times about the same thing over and over again.
With all of that being said, I also know that he is an incredible child with an inquisitive mind, a tender heart, an artistic streak, and a will as strong as steel. He’s a unique little guy who loves life and loves his family. His mind is constantly creating new ways of doing things. He can make a project out of scraps and comes up with ideas of how to use various items around the house for future pieces of artwork. In other words, he’s a Super-Boy!
If only others would see him through my eyes, maybe he would be understood a little bit more. I know all of the reasons why he entered protective services at the age of two-days-old. I know his history and the history of his biological family. I know his struggles, his insecurities, and his talents. I know his desire to have solid friendships as well. He will never fit into a box that others may want him to, including the box I might desire for him at times. He is more than ADHD – so much more.
I also wonder if we could all take a look around us and see each other the way our Heavenly Father sees us. He sees us through eyes of grace. He knows our past, our insecurities, our struggles, our talents, and our desires. He also knows that our past does not dictate our future, and our failures do not outweigh our successes.
Who knew the rejection of playtime outside in the middle of America would cause me to think about all of this?!? It seems that life can throw so many parenting lessons at us, and the Lord’s wisdom abounds in these teachable moments. It also reminds me that we need to continually build our children up. We need to be bold enough to tell them just how incredible they are not just because they are children, but because they are diverse and talented with their own set of gifts to offer to the world.
Raising a child with ADHD presents challenges on a day-to-day basis. It doesn’t just go away over time, and to be honest, I’m not entirely sure how it will unfold in my son’s life as he grows into adolescence. One thing I do know is that my love of him pales in comparison to God’s love for him, and that is something I can always be sure of.
Are you parenting a child with ADHD? If so, what are some strategies you use to increase social skills and reduce any other types of behaviors that come along?
6 thoughts on “More than ADHD”
I have no words of wisdom for you. But I will pray for you. I raised a son who struggled with social issues and attention issues as well. He was never diagnosised with ADHD .. instead I think he had reactions from an asthma medication he was taking. He was also a very manipulative child. Raising him was indeed a challenge. He is 35 today and although he struggled for many years, his life is coming together. We are close and I am so proud of him. He was more difficult as a teen and in his 20’s. We struggled but finally we both decided we didn’t want to lose our relationship and I began to pray for God to let my see my son through His eyes and not through my human eyes. I still pray that prayer over him. It has worked for us.
Always let your son know that you love him. You may not like his actions at times and he needs to know that, but he also needs to know that you have unconditional love for him. I believe he already receives that kind of love and that he knows it.
God’s blessing sweet cyber friend.
Thank you for this. I really appreciate it. I know that God has my son in His hands, and the most powerful thing I can do for him is pray. He’s a great boy, just a little rough around the edges at times though! Your prayers mean so much.
My 5 year old son sounds very similar to your son. What age was your son diagnosed? I have asked my doctor about my son but the doctor isn’t concerned about it at this point. I always wonder if I should pursue it further but I’m not sure what I would do about it even if he was diagnosed.
We waited until kindergarten and after a few weeks of school, I approached his teacher and asked her if she thought he had any symptoms of it. She agreed and completed an assessment on him. I also completed an assessment and our scores were almost exactly the same. I would wait until school age for sure. We (reluctantly) chose to try a very low does of medication and it has worked amazing well for him. He’s has notable improvement with behaviors at school and really loves going now!
That’s so good to hear that your son has had improvement! My son is in Kindergarten and I know he has a hard time listening and acting impulsively. It hasn’t become a huge problem yet but my instincts tell me that it is a little more than just “being a boy.” I guess time will tell. Thanks for sharing!
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