Confession: This post may seem like a rant. But it’s my heart’s goal that through THIS momma’s rant, you can be just slightly more aware (if you aren’t already) of what it’s like to walk a mile in these shoes.
Being the mom of a special needs child is hard. I know MANY moms in different battles and my heart just goes out for them, because though I have it much easier than some… It’s still exhausting.
I’m sure we all have moments where we yell at others but only inside our heads, because we’re still trying to keep what little appearance of sanity we have. But it may sound something like this:
“Well your child is constantly interrupting others and can’t wait his turn to talk, but I don’t think that’s an ADHD symptom at all…”
So you’re assuming he’s just rude and sabotaging his friends on purpose? This is TEXTBOOK impulsivity in a social setting, classic symptom of ADHD – and I know, because I read the books. Would you like one?
“Your child’s behavior is not the greatest, so although the rest of his peers are advancing, I don’t think he is taking this as seriously as his classmates and we won’t be advancing him.”
He fractured his hand at the growth plate of his middle trying to impress you with the skill he was trying to accomplish because it mattered to him THAT much to earn your approval though… Just sayin’.
“I would never try medication with MY kids! We’ve been able to manage little Tommy’s behavior just fine by cutting out his sugar and red dye number 40. I’ve also read that more protein helps little boys with the same issues you struggle with.”
Would you tell a diabetic that he just needs to get his fat self to exercise and eat healthy and he wouldn’t need his insulin any more?!? And would you not think that I have tried everything before this point?
“I just don’t see the big deal with behavioral issues. After all, boys will be boys.”
I don’t think boys are supposed to struggle with insomnia, bed wetting, and poor appetites either. And him talking out of turn in a class is not nearly as concerning to me as the migraines he gets two to four times a week from constantly trying to focus around non-stop distractions. But I’m glad you feel he’s manageable.
“My mom just whooped me when I didn’t focus.”
Yeah, my mom whooped me too. We now have lived 6000 miles apart for the past 8 years. You were sayin’?
“Have you considered that maybe you just shouldn’t homeschool him? At some point you need to see you may be doing things wrong and you should leave him to an expert.”
I don’t even want to dignify this with an answer.
I could keep going. But I can also go in the other direction; I have friends who have just loved on us and never said a word – which is helpful. But if there’s one thing I’d like for all these people to know is that they are the icing on the chocolate cake of my problems and my battle as a parent of this child. Which is why many, many moms in my situation just walk away and don’t bother saying a word.
We don’t want to begin to tell you how much we have to wrestle with our spouses over this. Many spouses are in a sort of tug-o-war over their hopes for their special needs children and how to address it, and while we’re walking that tight rope we’re still fussing with the child (usually over the SAME thing, over, and over again… It’s like beating a dead horse until you get it to the edge of the water and then making it take a drink!). And we still have to research for outside sources of help for our child. While managing the rest of the family and other “normal” kids and not so “normal” kids. And let’s not forget any semblance of self care…
So from all moms like me, I kindly ask moms like you: When you see us in the struggle at the school line or the grocery store, don’t be THAT mom – the judgy mom, the mom with all the answers (the one I used to be, when everything seemed in control). Instead, be the mom that brings an extra cup of coffee or sends a funny meme. Be the mom that teaches their kids about differently-abled brains and how to be friends with kids who process life differently than yours. Be the mom that “moves towards the mess.” If you don’t know what to do, just lift three fingers and whistle the “Hunger Games” tune. We get it.