Yesterday afternoon, my 9-year-old son, Ethan, enveloped me in a genuine hug. It was one of those rare moments where he wrapped his slender arms around my waist, resting his head peacefully against my chest. He lingered there, and it was akin to hugging a butterfly. Such a delicate creature flutters around, touching surfaces only briefly before taking flight again. Just like Ethan, who is always in motion.
Ethan is a whirlwind of energy. When he speaks, his words rush out in a torrent, and he bounces from foot to foot, often adding an impromptu hop or rising onto his toes. His gaze frequently drifts away, distracted by the world around him. While sitting at the computer, his focus is punctuated by relentless thumps as he dashes to the window or back to his seat. He simply cannot remain still. It’s as if he’s perpetually bouncing off the walls.
His hugs are typically quick and stiff-armed, reminiscent of a cat that doesn’t want to be held. I cherish these moments, however fleeting they may be.
School Struggles
In fourth grade, Ethan’s experience at school has been a familiar struggle. Year after year, the notes in his planner echo the same issues: “Ethan struggles to follow directions,” “Ethan bothers his peers,” “Ethan cannot stay seated.” The handwriting may change, but the message remains constant. This exceptionally bright boy, who once asked me at five if we could buy ammonium dichromate for a volcano project, is now labeled as “that kid” at school. He is the one who can’t sit still, the one who disrupts the class, and the one whose potential seems overshadowed by his struggles. It’s disheartening.
Disheartening doesn’t even begin to capture the emotional toll it takes on a parent to witness their child face constant frustration instead of encouragement. I often find myself wanting to plead with him, “Just behave! Why can’t you focus?” But deep down, I understand that he simply can’t.
We’ve watched as his enthusiasm for learning has dimmed, and despite our best efforts—adjusting his diet, employing various discipline strategies, and using positive reinforcement—progress has been minimal. It’s heartbreaking to see him grapple with these challenges.
I long for his teachers to see the incredible child we know—the kind-hearted, intelligent boy who shines through during those rare moments of calm. At parent-teacher meetings, I’ve often fought back tears while trying to convey that he is more than just his behavior. I wish they could look past his difficulties and recognize the amazing person he is.
Diagnosis and Discovery
About a year ago, during one of those meetings, it was suggested that he might be on the autism spectrum. After extensive testing with a child psychologist, we received a diagnosis. It wasn’t autism, but rather attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).
Initially, I felt a sense of disappointment rather than relief. I had harbored misconceptions about ADHD, viewing it as an umbrella term for energetic kids who couldn’t control themselves. I was concerned that medicating him would be an easy way out and feared it would dull his vibrant personality.
“We’re not going that route,” I insisted to Ethan’s therapist. Instead, we pursued alternative methods. She taught him techniques to enhance his focus, and his teacher allowed him small breaks, even letting him use a bouncy ball instead of a chair. While these strategies offered temporary relief, they weren’t enough, and the struggle persisted. Ethan was worn out, and so were we.
Exploring Medication
Finally, after much deliberation, we decided to explore medication. His therapist, pediatrician, and teacher all supported the idea. I approached it cautiously, insisting on starting with the lowest possible dose. When he took his first dose, I monitored him closely, prepared to withdraw at the first sign of a negative effect.
That afternoon, Ethan surprised me. He walked straight to the car without his usual distractions. He smiled—actually smiled. At home, he hung up his coat and backpack, finished his homework in record time, and we even engaged in a real conversation for the first time in years. And then, there was that hug.
Ethan seemed genuinely relaxed for the first time in ages—not in a disconnected way, but as if a heavy burden had been lifted. “I feel so much better, Mom! Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
That’s a question I wish I could have answered before. We feared being labeled as parents who relied on medication to manage our child’s behavior. But now I see that we were misguided. The medication has helped calm the chaos in his mind and body, allowing him to flourish into the boy he is meant to be.
I came across a paper he wrote recently that perfectly encapsulates his vibrant thoughts. It rambled from the brain to the Loch Ness Monster and then to salt. Now, he can focus individually on each topic rather than flitting between them. Each morning, he goes to school with renewed hope, and the improvement is palpable.
Those hugs are no longer just fleeting moments; they are filled with warmth and connection. Looking into his calm blue eyes, I see the validation of our journey together.
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Conclusion
In summary, parenting a child with ADHD can be a challenging yet rewarding journey. By embracing their unique nature and exploring every avenue of support, we can help them navigate their world while cherishing the moments that truly matter.