I'm back fellow bloggers and I apologize for being away so long. In between the shopping, baking, cooking, babysitting, packing, gift wrapping, and house cleaning I've been on a mission. To cure the runner of the family from running.
My six year old was diagnosed with AHD. Nothing to worry about. My daughter's doctor wanted to put her on Ritalin, which I readily agreed to, so that I could get some 'stuff' done while preparing for this busy holiday season.
Why I didn't read up on Ritalin I will never know, but let me tell you it really works.
You see my six year old is a runner. She runs to bed at night. She runs to the bathroom. She runs out of the bathroom. She runs to eat breakfast. She runs to brush her teeth. She runs to the car. She runs to the store. She runs... well you get the picture.
Anyway, on day 3 of the miracle drug called Ritalin I noticed a quiteness settle over the house as I no longer heard the 'thomp, thomp' of feet running back and forth to the bedroom and then to the bathroom. I went in search of the little runner and found her lying on her floor looking at the coloring book. Just LOOKING. Its unusal because aren't coloring books for coloring? And she loves to color. I didn't worry too much as she was quiet and I was getting 'stuff' done.
Day 4, and the runner was definitely stopped. I began to worry because she not only stopped running, but was sleeping a lot as well. If she wasn't sleeping she was laying around in the family room just not doing anything. Not looking at TV, not being a trouble-maker, not yelling, nothing. I began to feel uneasy about my quiet home. It was just too quiet!
Day 5 and I watched as the runner layed around again for another afternoon just watching her siblings going about their business. I decided to talk to her and see what was up.
"Tamara, don't you want to go out and play? It's nice and (gulp) cold out."
"... (no response)"
"Tamara, Do you want to get up and help with the butter cookies?"
" (eyes do light up at the sound of food) ... Hmmmm. Uhuh."
"Babe, what's the matter?"
"Don't you want to get up and run around a bit? Come on, come into the kitchen for a snack."
"Nah, that's okay."
"Tamara, you are so quiet and I miss you getting up and being Tamara. Come on sweetie, what are you thinking about?"
Tamara turns to look at me. Her eyes widen, as I brace for her answer.
"I'm thinking about running momma!"
It's been two days since Ritalin has seen the bottom of my garbage can.
Unrehearsed, no scripts, real life as I know it. This 30-something mom/wife/college student/sister/daughter makes no apologies for talking about her children (love all 7 of them), the hubby (currently my favorite subject), and the not so peaceful world around me (laughter is the best medicine). So take a look, read and comment. I so enjoy the company!