got into college. And, with some support from the learning centers at their schools — plus a few dropped classes and grades that barely squeaked by — for the most part, they are thriving. (Okay, thriving might be a bit generous.) Anyway, they are handling it on their own — a reality I was unsure I’d ever see.And then… the pandemic strikes.
And they all come home.At first, it’s an absolute joy. Here they are, my three kids, now young adults. They are now able to sit at the dining table through the entire meal without tears, without tantrums, participating in thoughtful and funny conversation.
This is the motherhood of my dreams! I actually like them — and for those of us parenting in ADHD families, we know that’s not always the case.
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