The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Saturday, February 9, 2013

My Reese

Reese is Reese.  That is the best way to describe him.  His mind works differently than other children.  Not right or wrong, not good or bad.  Just different.  Sometimes his thoughts are far deeper than Brooks' even though he is three years younger.
His struggles with ADHD are becoming more and more evident.  He has gotten in trouble for talking more and more lately.  After hearing from his teacher that a lot of the time, it when he is bored, I am struggling with motivating him to remain quiet at school.  He has plenty of time to talk.  His teacher has factored in talking time during the day.
He also has made some bad grades on random things. His teacher says it is because she cannot get him to focus on his work during these times.  Ugh.
Here is an example of talking to him after he has gotten "on yellow" at school.
"Reese, I am just very sad about this.  I know you can do better than this.  Your dad knows that you can do better, and even God knows you can do better."
"Mom, does God kill people?"
"What?"
"Does God kill people?"
"Well, he doesn't now, but there are stories in the Bible about bad people doing things, and God punished them.  You remember what happened to the bad people in Noah's time?"
"Mom, How did Noah get the wood pieces to stick together?"

At this point, I remember that we were supposed to be having a discussion about his behavior.

He has a hard time being still.  Right now, for example, he is going all over the living room fighting an imaginary enemy with his sword.  Over and over. Wait, now it is a bow and arrow.  No, back to the sword.

I pray every night that he will make it to adulthood, without the "label" of all this affecting him too much.  At this point, most people think he is just a hyper 6 year old.  But what will this be like when he is 13.

We tried a lot of alternative things, and then a year ago, he began medication.  It helps up to a point.  As in, it  helps up to the time of the day when it has worn off.  Luckily baseball starts soon, and we will be able to channel some of that energy.

We will continue on this journey together, and I will focus on the good things.  Like watching his mind wander to places that I can only dream of.  Hopefully he will continue to share those places with me.


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