So. The past few weeks have been very weird. I had to pull my kids out of day care. They tried to ADHD my oldest son! He will be four in a few weeks! They almost had me believing there was something WRONG with my boy. I took him to a psychiatrist. She confirmed what my son’s preschool teacher thought. I am not going to even go into how pissed off I was at that bitch!
That my son might have had ADHD did not bother me. What bothered me, is the approach mainstream doctors (excluding my son’s pediatrician, who refused to drug such a young child!) and tired ass teachers take regarding treatment. They would rather drug the child than deal directly with the issue. Whatever that issue may be. They offer no alternative for treatment.
Anyway, their evaluation of my child never rested well with my spirit. I was distraught.
I had to take some time with my kids to so that I could wrap my head around this situation. So I arranged to work from home for a few days. We changed the way we eat (no junk with junk inside of junk). We cut out red meat (we now eat more fish and chicken). We only eat foods without preservatives. You wouldn’t believe how much crap was in the food we used to eat. We cut out everything with food coloring (fruit snacks, Mac and cheese, candy, toothpaste) and replaced them with all natural stuff. Finally, we got more into a routine. I will write about our experience with the change another time!
I returned to work on a Friday. I sat at my desk and logged in. I did not feel like being there. But whatever, there I was at work, and everything seemed surreal. I was not really there. If you know what I mean.
I have my mom’s memorial card taped to my monitor. I have had it there since we held her memorial. I never really look at it. But that Friday it caught my attention.
On the front of it there is a very serene picture of water flowing through green trees. The serenity prayer is appropriately written in a nice scripted font:
That my son might have had ADHD did not bother me. What bothered me, is the approach mainstream doctors (excluding my son’s pediatrician, who refused to drug such a young child!) and tired ass teachers take regarding treatment. They would rather drug the child than deal directly with the issue. Whatever that issue may be. They offer no alternative for treatment.
Anyway, their evaluation of my child never rested well with my spirit. I was distraught.
I had to take some time with my kids to so that I could wrap my head around this situation. So I arranged to work from home for a few days. We changed the way we eat (no junk with junk inside of junk). We cut out red meat (we now eat more fish and chicken). We only eat foods without preservatives. You wouldn’t believe how much crap was in the food we used to eat. We cut out everything with food coloring (fruit snacks, Mac and cheese, candy, toothpaste) and replaced them with all natural stuff. Finally, we got more into a routine. I will write about our experience with the change another time!
I returned to work on a Friday. I sat at my desk and logged in. I did not feel like being there. But whatever, there I was at work, and everything seemed surreal. I was not really there. If you know what I mean.
I have my mom’s memorial card taped to my monitor. I have had it there since we held her memorial. I never really look at it. But that Friday it caught my attention.
On the front of it there is a very serene picture of water flowing through green trees. The serenity prayer is appropriately written in a nice scripted font:
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.
On the back of the card is has my mom’s sunrise and sunset dates. But what it also has the Psalm of David:
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
I read the back of my mother’s memorial card and was renewed! The verse that says ‘the Lord would restore my soul’ stood out to me. I rested on that. EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY! I believed that God was telling me that everything was going to be okay.
For some reason (let’s call it a God whisper) I googled the words ‘Rainbow Daycare’.
Now, this is how good God is! The search results returned a listing for a preschool school five minutes from my job.
I called and arranged to meet with the director. I get to the school and start telling the director about what our family has been going through the past few weeks. I was able to open up to this woman that I had never met. She was an extreme source of comfort. During our conversation, she offered a different perspective about what was going on based on what I told her. Towards the end of our meeting she encouraged me to research Crystal and Indigo children. She said that I would learn why I was so distraught about my child’s evaluation. Why it did not rest well with my spirit. On my way out, she said matter-of-factly, “When you read don’t get freaked out…”
I got home and immediately googled Crystal and Indigo children. When I read the description of these children I was blown away. My kids personalities were described to a tee. Shit started coming to me like the dreams I used to have about them, before they were born. Like the way my mother-in-law used to always say she got “hits” on them when she was in Egypt. Like the way Noah ‘prefers’ to play by himself. Why Noah always tells me “when I grow up, I am going to be a great man” Why Reese is so empathetic, for a two year old. Why his eyes are so penetrating. Like why I always use to ask them “where did you come from?”, after they would say something so waaaayyy out there, for their ages. Thoughts and memories started to come at me like a flood.
I now have a better understanding of my kids. I am going take a class called 'Redirecting Childhood Behavior', to better parent my children. I may even become a facilitator.... Who knows?
So like I said, the past few weeks have been weird. And here we are waiting for... what's next!