A Moment with my ADHD Teen

Yesterday while doing some grocery shopping, my teenager made me cry. Not in a belligerent teen back talking, eye rolling, reached my last straw crying, but a tearing up because of how blessed I am to be her mom kind of way.

A- has been having her share of difficulties lately, that’s for sure. Anxiety, depression, ADHD, all rolling around inside of her clanking about and wreaking havoc. (but that’s a story for another day) There we were, in the store, and she was talking about her day, about kids in her class, about life, death, politics, music, art, books and religion and anything else that crossed her mind for a split second. Then she told me that during art, she MAY have kind of gone off on a girl. That statement was followed by a hasty, “But she deserved it! She needed to hear it and I just couldn’t sit there and let it go.”

I gritted my teeth and waited to hear what had transpired. Apparently, A- lost her temper with the girl because she did not appreciate her parents. She was talking about things she couldn’t have, what she didn’t like about them, and how she had “daddy issues” because she liked her mom better because her dad worked a lot.

A- said she just sat there and became furious. She said she, better than a lot of people, understand that you don’t know what might be going on in someone’s life, but SOMETIMES a person’s biggest problem is what outfit they are going to wear that day. She said she got upset with her for laughingly using the term “daddy issues” when that meant something entirely different to a lot of people – girls who had been abused or abandoned or neglected by their fathers. Not a term you come up with just because he embarrassed you in front of your friends, or you were mad because he worked late so you didn’t get to do something you wanted to do.

A- asked her what she thought paid for her tuition, her designer clothes, her expensive shoes, or going out with her friends? She told her she would have none of those things if her parents didn’t work hard to provide them for her. She told her she had material things, she had two parents that loved her, and she had everything she needed, because they worked hard to provide her with opportunities. She told her that maybe that night, when her dad got home, instead of whining, she should give him a hug and thank him.

A- went on to say that the whole things just got her to thinking about how easy it is to take things for granted, and to not appreciate what you had. She stopped in the middle of the store to hug me, to tell me that she always appreciated what I did for her, but she didn’t tell me nearly enough. She said she knew I didn’t have the best job in the world, and that I didn’t have a lot of money, but I always gave her what she needed, and then some. She knew I made sacrifices to make her life better, and more importantly, that I was always there for her. She said she wanted me to know that she was never embarrassed by me or ashamed of me, and that she would do her best to make me proud of her.

Well, I’m already proud of her. Every single day. I’m proud of her when she’s brilliant and kind and compassionate. I’m proud of her when she’s scattered, chaotic and grumpy. I’m proud of her when she is up and just as proud of her when she is down. It’s not hard to be. She makes it easy for me.

So I stood there in the store and I might have let a tear or two fall, not because you expect anything in return when you are a mother – but because sometimes, your kid lets you know, in an unexpected way, that they ARE paying attention, and that maybe, just maybe, you’re doing something right.

4 thoughts on “A Moment with my ADHD Teen

  1. jeannieriding

    Such a wise kind soul she is. To have that kind of insight at her age (an age that tends to be horribly selfish and sometimes just plain mean) well it’s just remarkable!
    Thanks again for sharing that story it’s uplifting!

    1. Thanks for reading! She does tend to be rather blunt with her opinions (of which she has many!) and we are working on tact, but she definitely looks at the world a bit differently than a lot of kids her age. I couldn’t be more proud of the person I’m lucky enough to watch grow!

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