One of parenthood’s undeniable joys is watching your children grow more and more capable of getting themselves ready on school mornings. While it takes them forever to pick out clothes and get dressed, at least Laurie and I are no longer bending over to hike on pants and tie shoelaces.
One of parenthood’s great pains is tolerating their independent fashion choices. In May they put on hoodies, and in December they’re still in shorts.
“Why’d you pick out that?” I say to one of the kids who’s wearing highlighter yellow athletic shorts, a camo thermal top, and white Converse.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Those were the top items in your drawers weren’t they?”
He smiles. “Maybe.”
“Well, that isn’t going to work. So go change.”
As the kid turns around, I say, “Hang on. Did you take your medicine?”
“Go take your medicine. Then go change.”
As I watch the boy fiddle with his medicine bottle, it occurs to me that the clashing outfit might be totally unrelated to his ADHD. Following his recent diagnosis, I ponder more of my son’s actions through the filter of “Maybe it’s the ADHD.”
While this is helpful when picking apart misbehavior or lagging grades, it doesn’t explain everything. Kids make bizarre decisions all the time, and it could be they’re driven more by creativity or laziness or defiance than they are by inattentiveness.
A few minutes later, I go into the bathroom and see pill bottles strewn all over the counter. “Well, that‘s probably the ADHD,” I say to myself. Then I reminisce about those days of engineering their outfits and tying their shoes. Those were simpler times.