Here's what's been going on. I had one kid, then another. Thing One / Nova was my first ever exposure to a kid. I'd never changed a diaper until he came along, and even then I deferred to the hubs or the NICU nurses before I forced myself to overcome that ?fear?.
He is my first. So I always wondered during tough times, was it just me? Or was it also him?
Turns out, it was us both.
Thing One and mommy, about a week ago |
He starts First Grade this August. He's currently being (re-)evaluated for an IEP (Individualised Education Plan). ADHD. ODD. ASD. SPD. The journey to these labels was a long one. And still ongoing because I don't think we have it quite right yet. But the labels help. I fought against getting labels. But now I seek them. Anything to help understand. Never in a million years would I have foreseen me medicating my kids. Yet here I am, seeking new meds, getting him a genetic test that should help identify which medications should help him, since the usual suspects seem to lose effectiveness.
So we can help him figure himself out.
So I don't keep reacting to him.
So I can be calm and supportive and nurturing.
Instead of the momster I found myself to be.
Turns out, if you have unresolved issues from childhood, and you have kids, well, those issues are going to make themselves known.
Long story short: I suspect I too have some of his labels. And that they were beaten out of me and/or slapped into submission. I now accept my own labels of depression and anxiety. I have been seeking help. I know I am healing.
But I sure wish healing could take place in a vacuum.
I have missed writing/blogging. It kept me sane(r) way back when. Been trying to get back into it. Damn Facebook gets most of my thoughts.
Today I will try to shift my attention here more.
I hope to see you again.
Today I will try to shift my attention here more.
I hope to see you again.