I knew. I knew but I didn’t know. I knew but I didn’t want to know. I knew my son, “Clark Kent the ADHD WonderKid,” wasn’t like most other kids.


Remember when your child was a baby? Beautiful, and. . .perfect. Or you hoped he or she was perfect, and you prayed about it. Please God just let him be healthy, I prayed. And he was. He was eight pounds of flawless boy child, lungs on fire, every finger and toe accounted for. Thank you God, I breathed.

The first year a few problems cropped up. We went through reflux – not fun. He had to have a minor procedure to release his tongue from his lower palate. Nothing major. No concerns.

The second year was when I started noticing issues. He didn’t just startle at loud sounds or sudden movement, he panicked. True, unstoppable panic. He parambulated in circles to the left, and he waggled his left hand incessantly. Waggle, waggle, waggle, waggle. It was cute, but it seemed somewhat, well, autistic. And he stopped napping in the daytime. NO.NAPS.AT.ALL. He slept through the night, but he slept much less even then than we expected. By then, we had his baby sister Susanne, and his diminishing sleep hours nearly killed me. His father and I whispered about autism at night, afraid to say the words in the light of day and make them real.

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2 Responses to A Mother Knows

  1. dgabel says:

    I found your site today. “Clark” sounds remarkably like my son.
    My son and I have been partners in his eduction, but this year I have been a silent partner and I found our today that now he will not be graduating. I listened to everyone that said, “He is 18 and needs to grow up. You have been a helicopter parent.” So, he will not walk with his class. I am in grief today. It is my fault for dropping out last September. He has not dropped out…he has stayed the same…I changed. I listened to yet another teacher tell me today that my son made choices and I had to tell this teacher that his and my choices are not the same as my son’s choices. I tried to make him understand ADHD and the teacher was blank. No response on the ADHD, just a, “I have to respect the other kids and the fact that they got their homework in on time.” Thank you for having your site. At least I was able to read about another child and mom who sound a lot like my son and I.

    • Pamela says:

      Oh, my heart is breaking for you. I am so sorry. I wish as parents we knew whether our choices were right or wrong. In the end, all we can do is our best, with loving intentions, and now that is GOOD ENOUGH. I fear I will be in your shoes a year from now. I am going to hold your story close to my heart today and send you lots of good thoughts.

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