My sweet, sweet boy
So now that we have an official diagnosis, we’ve made some decisions about what to do. There is a lot of debate about medications for ADHD and especially about medicating children under age 5. What I’ve noticed is that if you bring it up in conversation, everyone seems to be an expert.
I’m no expert on any kind of medicine but I am an expert on Speedy. And I know that he needs help dealing with his disorder or whatever it’s called. I’ve spent a lot of time watching him in group settings, making sure I have a clear picture of the issues and it’s broken my heart every time. He wants to please, he wants to follow directions….. sometimes, he just can’t. There are also times when he just won’t, but that’s different. It’s typical for his age - for any age, really.
Anyway, we started him on medication yesterday and although I noticed a difference, I wasn’t ready to credit the medication because his behavior is manageable at home for the most part. My desire to medicate him had nothing to do with making my life easier and had everything to do with making his life easier.
This morning, Speedy went to children’s church by himself. Summer classes have been combined so only one of the teachers was really familiar with him. This was helpful because they did not automatically stand by him in line or even sit with him in the big room.
Some of you will read this and think that Speedy’s behavior is not abnormal for his age. Trust me when I say that it isn’t so much the behaviors themselves but the frequency of which they occurred.
Imagine my surprise when he walked out that room, standing in line just like all the other boys and girls. not once did he jump out of line, run ahead, or try to take something off the wall. He went into the big room, where they have the little service and sat next to one of his buddies. I watched him sing a couple of songs I know he has always known, but has never sang with the class before. I watched him say the words and do the hand signals of the prayer. I watched him sit and not jump up and down and run around. I asked his teacher (that knew him) when we picked him up how he did for the remainder of the class and she said he did great.
I was glad to know that he wasn’t just perfect with no talking or interruptions - I don’t want him to lose his precious personality. But his behavior was appropriate for his age and for the setting.
I can’t wait to see how he does in school this fall.
And I am so incredibly grateful for the medication. I feel like he now has the opportunity to participate in a way that he never really could before. If you don’t have a child who suffers from this disorder, you just have no idea how socially debilitating it can be.
My sweet, sweet boy.