Accept, don't fix
“Mom, I don’t want my ADHD fixed.” We were hanging out in my son’s room before bed, while he got ready for sleep (maddeningly slowly, as usual). It had been a tough day and honestly I just wanted him to be tucked in so I could collapse on the couch downstairs and watch tv and maybe text back a friend (I seem to constantly drop the texting-back-ball). His comment came out of nowhere and stopped me in my tracks.“Fix? What do you mean, buddy?”“I like my ADHD. It makes me different. I like how I think.”“I like how you think too. I don’t want to fix anything about you.”We don’t talk about “fixing” anyone in our family. We talk about growth,...