Seems as if time has done that thing it does and just flown by, again. I look back at my last post and I’m kinda shocked into space when I think about all that has happened the past days, months, years etc. it’s been no cake walk but it’s staggering what we’ve learned, discovered, worked through, avoided at times but always went back to, and most importantly were the problems and issues we never thought we’d ever be free from that we now watch fade away in the rear view mirror as we high tail it to “WHAT’S NEXT!!”. The journey isn’t over, and it won’t ever be, but the future has hope, excitement and possibility for Max and me and , He’ll Yeah I’ll take it!
Quick recap : My name is Mindy and I’m a 49 yr. old Single Mom of my amazing son Max, 14 yrs old and just graduated 8th grade and looking towards starting high school. Max was diagnosed at a very early age with ADHD and our drug and therapy successes and fails can be found in my early posts. Max, fingers crossed, has finally found a medication that regulates him so School is no longer such a daily agonizing struggle. And his switch to our local Public Theraputic Day School ( cough cough…it’s the AMAZING NORTH SHORE ACADEMY in Highland Park, Il. A. VERY special place, with staff that changed both Max and I’s life so much—- 😘 to you all! ) well, let’s just say we came far this year. Group therapy was successful, Max made some awesome friends and started to finally see how fantastic he is. He came alive this year,and also was ready to talk and try to heal from the thing that has emotionally and personally cobbled him for too many years now. He was ready face the Father who abandoned him and he did.
Growing up without a Dad, although from the outside he didn’t often talk about it or his feelings, but he couldn’t hide it from me. He’d always been a super, spunky happy kid. He was great in bigger groups with other kids, he was outgoing and really liked by everyone. But around 4th grade his ADHD has become more and more disregulated and hard to control. He’d have outbursts, very impulsively and harmless but kids that age can be cruel and Max was made to feel different and an outsider. Coupled with the fact that most boys his age had a Father in their lives my beautiful boy began to be convinced that he was weird, joked about by a few nasty little kids (..you know who you are. Lol) So he put 2 and 2 together in his heart and mind…”I’m a loser, no wonder my stupid Dad never calls or visits me”. He kept this to himself, for such a long time too. It started as a sadness but grew into a resentment and rage towards both his Dad AND himself that all I could do was run for cover while he erupted and start immediately to help him heal his broken heart. It wasn’t easy, I’ve got a few broken railing banisters and broken mirrors to prove it but the only broken thing I cared about fixing was Max’s broken heart. It’s been a long road to this point, and before I continue it’s time to tell you about who will be telling the rest of this story. It’s really HIS story to tell and Max has asked if he can be the one to tell it. I know it’s healing to share one’s story but Max has another reason; he wants to tell his tale hoping that other kids out there who were like him, hopeless, feeling alone and abandoned, will know that they aren’t alone. And that none of what has happened is their fault. I have never been more proud in my life, and honestly can’t believe how lucky I am to be this beautiful young man’s Mom. Life is a wild ride, and even with the low parts it’s times like this that make it worth it. 💗
So stay tuned for Max’s first blog appearance. He’s a very special kid and his struggles only make him smarter and stronger, So look out world cuz Max J has something to say….
……..to be continued. PEACE & LOVE ❤️
Mindy and Max