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When my eldest son turned 6, his godmother gave him a fancy goldfish. He was so excited and quickly named him “Frankie”. He sat for hours every day trying to teach his new fish to sit, rollover, and raise his “paw” and give a high five. Mostly because he thought all animals if they were …
My son is definitely a puzzle. I love him to “pieces” he drives me crazy at times, yet makes me laugh nearly every day. The symbol for autism is the puzzle piece. Yet, even in the scheme of things as far as autism is concerned his puzzle piece does not fit into the spectrum, in …
I always loved this song by Bill Withers, I used to sing it all the time when I was a little girl, yet I never thought it would one day pertain to my son. Eight years ago, my son was struggling with his ADHD and unbeknown to anyone at the time, he was also living …
It’s funny… I always loved that song by, the Beatles and when I was pregnant for my first son that song was in my head during my labor. For those of you who do not know the song the lyrics are: “Black bird singing in the dead of night… take these broken wings and learn …
I remember reading an article a while ago and it stated certain rules parents of children with ADHD should avoid. One of the rules read: “Pushing our kids to live our idea of childhood, and participate in our idea of what kids their age should like, be interested in, and do well at.” That rule …
R is my oldest child he was diagnosed with ADHD, Anxiety, and High Functioning Autism. While he can be very organized he is also messy. If I ask R to clean up, he will clean, straighten, and organize a space better than a professional. However, getting him to actually do this is the issue. He …
My boys play sports. They have for a long time. We entered the winter sports season this past week after a two-week break. Each night after work I head to the school and pick the boys up to go home. Each day at exactly 2:45 pm “R” calls me at work to ask if he …
I was told my eldest son “R” had ADHD when he was 7 years old. Before that time, R was a cute, smiling, bouncing (all over the house and yard) boy. He was always happy and such a good boy, yet he was a handful at the same time. R would fight me when putting …