A Letter About Life; Circa 1968

When my mother passed away in early 2008, I was left with all her earthly belongings. Fortunately, for me, she lived in a 650 square foot, 1 bedroom apartment. Everything she owned fit comfortably in a 10×10 storage unit.

And there it sat, for 5 long years, in an old blue Sterilite® plastic storage bin, a 1-page, single-sided letter, with the most current school photographs of my 2nd cousins, taped to the back. When I say “current”, I’m referring to the 1968-69 school year, current.

As fascinating as the photos are, the content of this communication has given me a great sense of pride for the paternal side of my existence. The Selkirk side. Yes, I am related to Alexander Selkirk, (a.k.a. Robinson Caruso), and my roots are firmly planted in Scotland, but what enthralls me most about this letter; the candid look at what happened to my aunt’s immediate family that year…

From the death of a child, a terrible blizzard, and spreading illness; to fabulous trips, a political win, and a Nixon speech, this letter, sent to my mom, is a piece of American history. Life in 1968 was “disconnected”, in the best possible way.

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A Mother’s Perspective Of ADHD

I HAVE to share this with you… it is so powerful! Keep in mind, I did NOT write this! It was beautifully written by Rachael Simmon.  As a person with ADHD, I’m also the mother of 3 children with ADHD, and this couldn’t be more perfectly stated….

  I sit here alone, as I often do,   Looking through pictures, pictures of you,

I think of the good times as a family we’ve had,

But, lately, they seem far outweighed by the bad.

I know you’re unhappy and it makes my heart ache.

If wishes came true, then your place I’d take.

Your head is filled with anger.  Your heart is full of pain.

For you, I am fighting, but I’m feeling the strain.

I’m not always patient.  Sometimes I get mad.

I scream and I shout, and Lord, I feel bad.

 ‘Cause the last thing you need is more anger and hate.

Cause you’ve had plenty of that in your life to date.

No one knows of the loneliness or the tears that are shed.

They don’t care how you’re feeling, or whats going on in your head.

 They see a boy naughty, what a pain you can be.

They should try living with ADHD.

This morning “you hate me.”   I’m sure that you don’t.

“I’ll hate you forever.”  I’m sure that you won’t.

Whatever you say, and whatever you do,  the fact will remain, that I’ll always love you.

I pray for you daily.  I cry for you too.  I cry for my child to no longer be blue.

  So if there is a God, and he’s listening to me,

Please try lessening the heartache of  ADHD.

Thanks To You

I am truly grateful to all of you who take the time to visit my blog. I thank you so very much for your likes and comments. My motivation to write comes from the slight chance that I may get a new reader; to share some insight with others struggling, so we know we’re not alone with our adult ADD.  Love to you all! Xoxo

Hello Readers, I’m Still Here 

…even though I’m inconsistent as hell, I still seem get something down in this blog every now and then. A few new developments have arose since the last time I wrote; first of all, I’m seeking a new diagnosis. I truly believe there is more to me than meets the eye. My ADHD is a constant struggle, but I have other issues I haven’t dealt with in a healthy manner. Secondly, my third eldest son (he just turned 17) had been diagnosed with ADHD. That makes 2 of my 6 sons, so far,  to be “just like mommy”. Much to their fathers’ dispair, I’m  sure. Lol

All in all,  things are peachy! 

Love to all…