And Lessons Learned from Spaceman Spiff
With two ADHD/ADD children and one (fortunately only one) ADD husband, someone at my house is usually looking for something, forgotten something or is running late. Then, on a different day and under different circumstances suddenly they’re right on, making sense of chaos, the best of survivors, creative, bold in the face of adversity. With attention deficit disorder the lows can be so low and the highs so, so sweet. After eighteen or so years of this roller coaster with three people I love I’ve learned to buckle up and ride the ups and downs of this disorder.
My youngest child has escaped the malady, so we are a ratio of two to three, with the power of numbers going to the ADD’ers. Having heard my youngest son, fed up with sharing a room with his disorganized big brother, shout out how he could not stand to live with him another single moment is demonstrative of just how strong feelings can get between the ADD and non-ADD types in my household.
