I saw the article in the waiting room while I waited for our doctor to apply another cast on one of my children. We were regulars there. The article talked about the perks of being an introvert, and after I took the self-administered test, I realized I was pretty much off the charts.
But I understand it now.
Like when my husband asks where we should go on our date night, and I say, “I want to stay here, but can we send our kids out somewhere else?”
Like when we are at the dinner table, and one little boy is rolling around on the floor like a laughing hyena and my little girl is flushing the toilet with the bathroom door open, and I ask if anybody has seen the Ibuprofen.
Or like when my son throws a pitcher of water on his younger brother, and I try to pretend like it didn’t happen.
Like when all the kids plop near me on the fire place and I just say to them, “Could you guys just not talk for a little while?”
But the irony is that I got the loudest children in the universe. How did this happen?
Is it the pollutants in the air or the red dyes in their Skittles or the extra hormones in their milk or their steady diet of frenetic television shows? How did I get so many divas? And why did their packaging not include ear plugs?
Why do they not like to play with their puzzles for hours on end like I did? Why must they run in halls and slam their heads into door jams? Why must we spend so much time in the emergency room?
I don’t know.
I do know that I love warm fires and good books and a cup of herbal tea. I do know that Bilbo Baggins and I would have really hit it off (before the wizard showed up).
But I also know that life is not about being in our comfort zone all the time.
Life should leave you out of breath, and my kids are really good at doing just that. You should see us dance with abandon to the Village People. You should see me run after them on our three mile hikes. You should me chasing their balls on the tennis courts.
And they also make me laugh. They jump up and down like crazy when they play charades, they hum when they eat their food, and they fall off their chairs regularly.
My kids are giving me lots of opportunities to break up fights, administer first aid, and wipe up spills. But they also bring me a life of adventure. I may be reluctant at times to jump in with them, but then what stories would I have to tell?
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A little bit about the blog: Several of us in our family have ADHD, and we are trying to calm ourselves down by reading children’s classics before we go to bed. I talk about the challenges of finding time to do quiet things in our hectic world, the importance of telling our own family stories, and all the things we are learning like, “Hey Ben. Jane Austen says you need to start going to the church dances.” Please join us in our journey. We’re not too good at advice since we’re pretty clueless, but we are good for a few laughs! See you later! beckyblackburn.com
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