That Boy is My Heart
Oh, the exquisite pain of motherhood…the love so deep that even the passing thought of something marring the perfection of our child’s life feels like the squeeze of a garlic press to our maternal hearts. We want to give them an easy time in life, to prevent the boo-boo’s, not just kiss them away. I feel this way for each of my kids.
But one is special – I can’t pretend otherwise. My 15-year old son Clark is ADHD. And that boy is my heart.
Readers, please click through to the awesome blog, a Mom’s view of ADHD (by Penny Williams), to read my guest post, That Boy is My Heart. Because I was guest posting, I wrote for her instead of for me, and the result is a very different emotional tone. (OK, I cried when I wrote it!)
Thanks for your support, and please enjoy Penny’s fun, informative, interesting site while you are there.