"Curing ADHD"

The article came into focus as I continued to clean up the stacks of papers and research, amassed over three decades of study.The Curing of ADHD caught my eye quickly.

I was intrigued by the title, “Curing ADHD' by Alan D. Bowd. The article, over 20 years old, from the Skeptical Enquirer, aroused my interest again. Over 33,000 hits had resulted then.

Children's lives are at stake when learning is affected by this 'condition'. So many cures were touted. But nothing has changed. ...At the time of this article, in 2001, ”There is no scientifically proven cure for this condition (ADHD).

In 1979, the Momsey delivered a premature infant, over 3 months early, with zero chance of survival. His birth weight, just over 3 pounds, aided in his survival, however. Most babies born this early weighed less than 2 pounds or less. It was a time fraught with uncertainty for us.

Weighing over 5 pounds 2 ounce by the age of 2 months, he was  now ready to go home. Mom had already passed the rigorous test of caring for a preemie. (There was no internet for help) Daily visits with our son along with deliveries of the homegrown food 'elixir', made the medical team's decision an easy one. I could now care for him at home. (Where am I going with this, you wonder)

Our son's life was a busy one. Physiotherapy, then speech therapy became the order of the day for this child. He was into everything, like many children. Food was not important to him. A life with mother nature seemed to help him on his way with a balance of exercise, investigation and core academics mixed in.

On weekend trips anywhere, a stop at a park for our son and his two brothers became an important ritual. It was a critical step in their development. Thank goodness for parks. A day with structure, too, was an integral part of their day. Nap time anyone?

Building certain activities into our sons' day helped address the distraction, the daydreaming and any uncontrollable volatile moments along that way. Life demands it. The days were exhausting on so many levels, but I knew that a day with none of tit would be far worse than anything I could imagine. Gratitude and humilty come to mind.