So. Lets backstory this.
Today must be a bad ADHD day, cause I went down to have breakfast around 7:30am, my daughter went up to start school at 7:45am. I finally started eating at 8am … she calls down at 8:05am that she cant find her history test book. Then at 8:30am I call to her to ask about her book. It was found by that time – but I had not heard the class start. This is not out of the norm. With her, I find its best to let her work on her terms. So I figured today would be a slow start day.
For the next hour she comes down every few minutes or so to get a drink, to talk about my husband .. any subject really. This got me suspicious. But again, she’s allowed her days. This is the plus side to homeschooling – I don’t hafta rush her. She learns on her time.
So at 9:30am, my kids should’ve been in their second class and i decide lets go do food shopping while we can – its supposed to be a bad rainy day here.
We finally get back around 10:30am-ish. So. I send them upstairs to finish school. I continue unpack .. I go upstairs after cleaning up and such. My son is on his third class. My daughter? …… still trying to start her first.
SIDENOTE: For those who want to know? We don’t want to put her on meds until its absolutely necessary. We have talked to professionals, prayed and feel a peace about this.
So. As an awesomely abled woman myself? I understand her. But I want her to push herself. I want her to push for better yes – but more so I want to push her to learn grace. That it is okay to not be perfect – its okay to not be like everyone else. I want my kids to embrace their individuality in God’s kingdom.
I grew up feeling ashamed of being who I was. I masked. I lived my life to make sure other people didnt know the real me. I straightened my hair …. I changed the way I dressed …. learned to talk like others. I tried my hardest to fit in and I never found anyone to love me for me (until my husband of course). Ya know? My daughter looked at me one day and said she hated her curls. It killed me cause up until I was in my 30’s? I felt exactly like that.
God made us to be different, act different. He made us different. I pray that I can show that to my kids. Being different seems freaking impossible – I cant attest to many a day wondering why I couldn’t be like other people. but the blessing is? You get to understand love like no other.