“She missed her nap today!” I said. “She’s tired,” I said the next time. As the weeks passed, I found myself using the “tired excuse” many times with neighbors, friends, and family.because of my daughter’s behavior. My mom would say, “You never acted this way. She must get this wildness from her dad.” Those words were hard to hear, because I knew Kennedy couldn’t help it. She wasn’t a bad little girl; she was just different.
Play dates became more stressful than enjoyable for me. The mamma bear in me knew the other moms didn’t understand. But it was my fault for not telling them about Kennedy’s ADHD. It was time to share the diagnosis my husband and I had kept from the world for so long.Then came the play date when I decided to make excuses no more. The moms were making coffee when we heard cries coming from the next room.
It’s fun to be naughty and wish time stopped when young