It’s just one week! 

It’s been a tough week!

My son is struggling again with his ADHD, maybe it’s time to introduce the medication again, even if it’s just to get him though a patch he is clearly finding difficult. We’ll see, no rushed decisions. 

He’s been struggling in and out of school and this week I just don’t have the patience for it. I’ve struggled to keep it together and remain patient, understanding and be the parent I know he needs me to be. 

I know I have to be that parent otherwise everything falls to pieces. I’m not naturally patient or calm. I’m naturally a shouter and when I say jump, you jump. That doesn’t work for him, everything has to be worded correctly to his understanding. 

I’ve been that parent for 2 years now and I’ll admit, I’m tired! It’s hard work because what I say and what I want to say have to be 2 very different things! 

He’s just recently got into the habit of throwing himself down the stairs everytime something doesn’t quite go his way. Luckily with my stairs, there’s only a few at a time so it’s not a full staircase.

This is new, I’m working on ignoring it and praying he doesn’t actually really hurt himself and hopefully he’ll realise, that’s not getting him anywhere! I know he doesn’t actually hurt himself, I figured that out the other day when my patience was still intact and I went down to find him laying half way down the stairs claiming to of really hurt his ankle, but very quickly got over it when I made a joke about it! What can I say? I’m that hilarious my humour can mend damaged ankles!

I know I’m probably just having an off week and it’s overflowing on to him (or the other way round!) but I need to get back to what he needs fast and I will! Just give me the weekend to refresh. I’ve decided to spend the morning at the gym tomorrow hoping I will come out feeling like I can take on the world. 

I understand that one, off week isn’t the end of the world, I’m only human and I probably have it a little bit tougher than your average parent so I’m going easy on myself but I still need to get back what he needs. 

I think a lot of us parents are too tough on ourselves, not just me. 

Parenting is a tough job and some take it on more naturally than others, it doesn’t make you a bad parent. 

I’ve been beating myself up over this week but when it comes down to it, he wouldn’t of come on this far without my patience and willing to spend hours of my time educating myself on what he needs and what I have to be to make it work and of course putting it into action and never giving up. 

Moral of the story. Don’t beat yourself up over one bad day or week, look back on what you have done and pat yourself on the back because your child/ren would not be where they are now if it wasn’t for your constant love and support 

Always remember

It’s 11th November 2018.

The day we we take time out to remember and pay respect to the soldiers who fought for their country and for future generations, us.


Above is a picture of my son studying the memorial. 9 years old with ADHD, dyspraxia and potentially aspergers.

We walked through our local graveyard and we came across the memorial which is new since we last walked through there. It was beautiful with 2 benches around it and it was roped off apart from one side so you could go and sit with the memorial. I thought it was so lovely I asked him if he wanted to sit there for a little bit.

I’m so glad we did. As you can see he showed so much interest and he fully examined every inch of it whilst asking questions. It made me so proud that he wanted to learn the what’s and whys.

I know he would of forgot everything by next year, in fact he’s probably forgot everything already as he has always been interested in learning about it but ironically never remembers!

That’s ok though as it’s not that he doesn’t remember through lack of interest, he doesn’t remember through his special needs. People with ADHD have terrible memories!

However every year I will teach him again as I know one year he will turn round to me and say ‘I already know that!’ and that’s when I know my job is done.

Shortly I will be taking my children to watch the parade and participate in the 2 minute silence. 2 minutes of standing still silently is painful for my son but he does it because he knows its respectful and we have morals to stick with. Even at a very young age I can remember people complimenting him considering he never stopped!

Whether you choose to pay your respects or not, I hope your day is enjoyed.

Lest We Forget