August 22, 2019   Ali   ADHD, Family, Foster Care, Neurodiversity 0 Comment

Today my darling Caroline started on a grand adventure as she stepped for the first time into kindergarten. Yes, I am that mom that took the morning off from work to be there to take her daughter to school. I sat there with the other moms and dads taking pictures and blowing kisses to their child.

Before I even left the house I started to get emotional and Caroline said to me, “Are you crying?” I replied that I was and she asked me why. I said “Because you are getting so big.” She sighed and said, “Oh it’s good crying.” LOL! My girl knows me well. Yet she was so excited to go that I couldn’t resist laughing and being excited for her. “And when you’re alone there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.” As a mom I have watched over the last two years as she has gone to preschool and primary that there have been occasional struggles and rough spots. I worried how she was being treated by teachers and classmates, worried about how she treated others and worried about how she was retaining and learning information. This past year we discovered that there was more going on inside of my sweet girl then I ever could have imagined. She had Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD); which was not too surprising; but also was diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) and Anxiety. We spent the past five months finding a new medication, starting therapy and occupational therapy. We’ve bought new toys, different socks, and I have educated myself about ADHD & SPD. “Oh the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.” Back to today, she is excited and scared and held me tight when it was time to say goodbye. I kissed her and signed to her that I loved her. I held in the tears until I got back to my car and then let them fall down my cheeks. My girl is ready even if her mommy is not.


 


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