Sometimes I feel like Wonder Woman.
I feel like Wonder Woman because I do battle every day.
You see, I have ADHD. I’ve had it all my life, even though I didn’t know it until I was well into adulthood. As it turns out, my daughter also has ADHD. And my husband. And I’m pretty sure at least one of the three Rotten Cats has it, too.
So we live in the house that ADD built. I say that all the time, half-kidding, but it’s actually a pretty accurate description. Just about everything we do here – the way we live, the food we eat, and so much more – is the result of having a house full of ADHD.
Keeping everybody going is a monumental task. Many days I believe it is my personal responsibility to make sure we do, indeed, keep going and don’t end up a distracted and unproductive mess. Nobody assigned me that position; it’s one I’ve taken upon myself.
Some days it feels like a full time job. I read, I learn, I disseminate information. I draw upon knowledge and experience gained from more than fifteen years teaching in both curricular and non-curricular settings. I plan our diet carefully. I nag my husband about getting enough sleep. I keep our daughter on a strict routine (and truly wish I could manage that for myself and my husband). I attempt to manage cat behavior.
My family reinforces my self-imposed Wonder Woman/ADHD Manager role. They ask me questions about where things go or where someone’s shoes or the flashlight might be found. They expect me to know the answers. My husband’s response to my question, “Why do I have to know all the things?” is usually, “Because you do.”
Do you know how hard it is to keep your head together when you have ADHD? Some days it’s really hard. And then when you have to other people and at least one cat to keep on track? Even harder. Some days I stand in the middle of the kitchen and holler “Why do I have to know where ALL the things are? Why do I have to be the person with the superpowers? Who is going to tell me where MY shoes are? Who is going to keep ME on track?”
And that’s when I remember something: I DO have someone to help out with all the things. Some days I feel like Wonder Woman because I have a great sidekick.
All heroes do, don’t they? Batman had Robin, Superman had Jimmy Olsen, Han Solo had Chewbacca, and Shaggy had Scooby Doo. And me? I’ve got my husband. He may not know how to put together a meal or where we keep the Tupperware, but he’s the guy who knows what vitamins and meds to put out for everyone in the morning. He’s the guy who handles things like prescription refills and the finances (because good grief I don’t want that job), and remembers to buy more when we run out of coffee. He’s open and receptive to the remedies and tips and tricks and menus I throw out with my golden lasso to help rein us all in and keep us organized.
And our Kidzilla? (How’s that for a great sidekick name?) She’s pretty awesome herself. This kid fights hard every day to manage who she is and what she has. She’s bright and clever and just absorbs the things we teach her like a little super-powered sponge. She’s got the benefit of knowing how her brain works early and she has the two of us to teach her the superhero way of life. She’s a great little sidekick now and one day she’s going to be a major superhero.
And so every day when I put on my bullet proof bracers and grab my golden lasso, I make sure my sidekicks are also suited up and ready to go.
Heroes need a sidekick to help get the job done. Heroes need a team.
Some days I feel like Wonder Woman because my team helps me keep ADHD from taking over our world.
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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post.