My nine year old also does parkour to get across the room and managed to sprain his neck moments before we were leaving for the first day of school. 🤦🏼♀️ Meanwhile my daydreaming inattentive ADHD six year old resents any reminders to hurry up and will deliberately walk at a glacial pace if I dare to remind her we're running late. Really it's a small miracle that we ever get to school in the morning.
Oh wow I resonate with literally every word in this paragraph. Just. walk. to. the. door! Every morning I get to the school and look at the other parents to see if they also feel as though they just climbed Everest and everyone else seems unperturbed. How??
This is why I feel so seen when I read your newsletter. ❤️ When I finally got through getting the six year old to her first day of school, and taking the nine year old to urgent care, and sending the first of many emails to my son's new teacher with a copy of the doctor's note, I just sat and cried for a bit because being a mom of neurodivergent kids (while also managing my own neurodivergence) is really fucking hard sometimes. I definitely threw myself a little pity party about how people with neurotypical kids have it at easy and don't even know it. Then I cleaned up my face and got on with it.
Oooff. First of all, I’m glad you feel seen by the newsletter ❤️ Second of all, I have to sat that I feel seen by your comment. I have had so many mornings exactly like that. And afternoons. And evenings. Sometimes it feels like talking w parents of neurotypical kids is like peeking through the looking glass at what it could be like and it both wild and defeating at the same time. So, yeah, definitely have thrown myself a pity party on occasion. Complete with tears. Sending you love and strength and solidarity. You’re not alone!
My nine year old also does parkour to get across the room and managed to sprain his neck moments before we were leaving for the first day of school. 🤦🏼♀️ Meanwhile my daydreaming inattentive ADHD six year old resents any reminders to hurry up and will deliberately walk at a glacial pace if I dare to remind her we're running late. Really it's a small miracle that we ever get to school in the morning.
Oh wow I resonate with literally every word in this paragraph. Just. walk. to. the. door! Every morning I get to the school and look at the other parents to see if they also feel as though they just climbed Everest and everyone else seems unperturbed. How??
This is why I feel so seen when I read your newsletter. ❤️ When I finally got through getting the six year old to her first day of school, and taking the nine year old to urgent care, and sending the first of many emails to my son's new teacher with a copy of the doctor's note, I just sat and cried for a bit because being a mom of neurodivergent kids (while also managing my own neurodivergence) is really fucking hard sometimes. I definitely threw myself a little pity party about how people with neurotypical kids have it at easy and don't even know it. Then I cleaned up my face and got on with it.
Oooff. First of all, I’m glad you feel seen by the newsletter ❤️ Second of all, I have to sat that I feel seen by your comment. I have had so many mornings exactly like that. And afternoons. And evenings. Sometimes it feels like talking w parents of neurotypical kids is like peeking through the looking glass at what it could be like and it both wild and defeating at the same time. So, yeah, definitely have thrown myself a pity party on occasion. Complete with tears. Sending you love and strength and solidarity. You’re not alone!