Parenting Without A License

Divalicious

Posted by Kimberly on June 4th, 2008 — Posted in Diva Girl, Kipple

It was not by accident that I christened Sabrina “Diva Girl” when I started my first anonymous blog way back when. From the moment she arrived–with bright, curious eyes and a definite pout–my firstborn child was “ON.” And turned to 11.

We used to joke about it when she was a baby–how alert she always was, how she always seemed to be in perpetual motion, still only in sleep–but eventually, life with Sabrina settled into a routine and the high energy, non-stop rollercoaster ride became normal. So normal, in fact, that when Regan was born I was convinced that there had to be something wrong with her–I believe the phrase I used was “brain damage”–so very different was this quiet, sleepy baby from my idea of a “normal” newborn. I’ve often wondered if Regan really is as Zen as I think she is, or if she just seems so in comparison to her sister. Either that, or her easygoing, laidback take on life is a brilliant form of self-preservation….

Anyway, eventually I stopped waiting for Sabrina to “grow out of it” and just rolled with it. This was how she was wired–my pirited, volatile, unstoppable Diva Girl. Which is not to say that I didn’t notice that, to put it nicely, my kid was often “more” than the other denizens of the playground; just that it did seem like all that big of a deal anymore–she was doing fine in school, had stopped crying, and had managed to make a couple of friends. If she at times still seemed overly impulsive and emotional, well…She was my daughter, after all. Basically, in the absent of any pressing stimulus, I became complacent in regards to her issues.

I don’t know if it’s the change in school, the surge in pre-pubescent hormomes, or simply the boiling energy that seethes inside Diva Girl finally reaching critical mass, but this year complacency has not been an option. This year, between the return of behaviours I’d thought banished by the end of Grade One, the Laura Incident, and the falling grades, something had to give–and I was afraid that it was going to be me. Or worse, her.

That was what really tipped the scales for me, Sabrina herself. Sure, I felt pretty confident that she would sort it all out eventually–the crying and class disruptions had already fallen off, she’s friends with Laura now, and I was fully confident that the poor grades were in no way a reflection of her intelligence or actual abilities. But was “eventually” really good enough? What about the now? Didn’t she deserve to be the best she could be now, while she was waiting for eventually to kick in?

That was my “A-Ha Moment.” The moment I realized that I didn’t want to be responsible for my daughter being less than she could be. So, I took some advice (some of it from some of you), did some research, and acknowledged what I’ve known since before Diva Girl’s first birthday–That she has always exhibited many of the signs of ADHD and despite the charm, intelligence, and sparkle that help her to offset that, not only was she not outgrowing them, she appeared to be growing into them more and more. And it was time that I started taking some steps to help her with that.

After some serious tap-dancing around my family doctor’s anti-ADHD bias (she’s in the bad parenting/just set tougher limits camp, apparently), I got us a referral to THE ADHD Guy in our city The Guy the SPSTs all speak of with respect. The Guy who doesn’t simply “push pills” to “shut parents and teachers up.” The Guy I felt confident would would look at all the evidence and help me figure out how best to help my difficult, complicated, wonderful daughter meet her full potential without any agenda of his own getting in the way of that goal. Turns out he was also The Guy who would change everything and restore my faith in myself as a parent and in Sabrina as a child.

I’m not a bad, permissive, or lazy parent. Diva Girl is not a bad, out of control kid.

After a 90 minute appointment in which he assessed everything from her motor skills to her reading ability, The Guy–let’s call him Dr. G–told me he felt confident in diagnosing Diva Girl with a very profound case of ADHD. In fact, he was a bit shocked, given the depth of her issues, that we’d managed to make it all the way to the end of the fourth grade without the school initiating the assessment process. In his opinion, her ability to charm, coupled with reading and math skills a full two grade levels above her age (take that, report card Cs!) allowed Diva Girl to fall through the cracks until now. Now though, she’s hit a safety net, and hopefully that will make all the difference in helping my daughter become the happiest, most successful Diva Girl she can possibly be.

I never set out to label my kid. That is truly what that process was about for me. I simply wanted to understand her so that I could do a better job parenting her. But I have to say, having that label has provided me with a world of relief. It’s not that the ADHD is an excuse for Sabrina’s less than charming behaviour, but it can be a reason for it; that is enough to allow me to step back off the parenting ledge and, instead of continuing to pound my head against the wall, remember that she’s often not doing it on purpose and that if she could stop, she would.

That’s the name of the game these days–putting brakes on the runaway train that is Diva Girl without losing any of her natural sparkle or verve in the process. It a tricky process, and one I’m still learning to navigate. But I’m hopeful that the more Sabrina and I figure this thing out, the more fabulous my Diva Girl will be.