Every time I read this I dissolve into tears, but as the parent of a ‘misunderstood child’ I feel that it sums her up perfectly.
It is also a good reminder to me when I am feeling less patient with her to try and see the world through her eyes.
Please take a moment to read the poem below, for my daughter and all the other misunderstood children who face a daily struggle against stress, anxiety and the ignorance and judgement of some.
Thank you xxx
I just wanted to take 5 minutes to write a proud mum post, so here we go…
About a month ago I discovered a local theatre group had spaces in the 7-9yr old class and knowing my daughter has a flair for the dramatic and was interested in finding a new hobby I immediately snapped up a space. She didn’t know anyone at all and at the end of the first session she came out in tears having found it overwhelming. She also suffers with ADHD, sensory processing disorder and high anxiety levels so it wasn’t entirely a surprise she found it a bit much to cope with, but I was proud of her for trying and expected that she wouldn’t want to go again.
The following week rolled around and she surprised me by being oh so mature and stating that she would go and try it again and see if she could learn to fit in, make friends and enjoy herself. Bearing in mind that she struggles with some social skills and has confidence I was so impressed with her attitude. She went along and came out smiling and saying she had fun.
Fast-forward to now, approximately 5 weeks since her first session and she is absolutely loving her drama group. She has made a new friend and its lovely to see them chatting to one another. Best of all, they are doing a show at the end of July and she has been given the part of a mermaid with around 10 different lines to say! I hope its not too much for her, but then I am sure she will surprise me again and cope splendidly.
I am so proud of how brave and mature she has been – I probably would have run away the first day and not come back again!
Is right now, 1230am, lying awake listening to my eldest child who is awake and cannot sleep because she feels poorly.
I’ve sat with her over half and hour and she cannot or will not sleep so I’ve been a bad mummy and relented to her putting a DVD on in bed in the hope that it distracts her enough to fall asleep. A peril of an ADHD child is her inability to switch her brain off to get to sleep.
So in theory I could leave her and sleep myself. She’s 8 so old enough to call me if she needs me. But I can’t switch off from listening out for her – just in case she needs me and I don’t hear it. And I have to be up in six hours…!