We are about to have a preteen in our home. Yes, I'm just as terrified as I should be. Our oldest son Samuel is turning 12 on the 19th and I'm losing my ever-loving mind! Throughout the years, Samuel has always been my favorite.
I know. I know. You're not supposed to have a favorite.
Well, sue me for not being perfect. I cannot help it. He is the one who made me a mom. He is the one that caters to me when I'm sick, or just when he thinks I'm sick. He is the one that would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needs it while also explaining to them how they could have kept from needing it in the first place.
Yup, overly blunt and too nice for his own good. That's my boy.
Samuel was diagnosed with ADHD when he was almost six years old. After pulling the fire alarm and having the fire department called, sneaking away and trying to walk home when he was a bus rider and trying to walk to school on a Saturday before the sun came up... the teachers felt it would be a good idea to have him checked for this disorder.
It was a very short meeting. The doctor could tell right away that he showed the signs of hyperactivity disorder. It did not come as a shock to me or his father.
I have to say though, he has never allowed this ailment to become his crutch. He stays true to who he is, even when the whole world thinks or does differently. (A trait I wish I had at his age) Last year, we ended up pulling him out of physical school to begin online learning. It was a difficult decision that had been talked about for almost a year before solidifying.
With bullying issues, an unsupportive school faculty and Sam's ego dwindling - it was time.
He has done very well with it and we're hoping to reintroduce public school when he reaches the eighth grade.
If you all are reading this - even if it's after August 19th. Please leave a small note or words of wisdom to my growing weed. I know he would greatly appreciate it.
🧡Shine Bright, Kayla