My twin grandsons are ADHD, and I received a phone call from one of their teachers. Its a new school (middle school) and you get these teachers that don't have a clue what ADHD really is. They seem to think its not being able to focus, so the behavior that goes along with it of jumping out of seat and distracting the class is behavioral not ADHD, and I am quoting this teacher. She proceeded with him standing there to call him incorrigible to me as well. I could of easily stated that the three weeks of an hour a day she spends with my child does not constitutes her as knowing my child and gives her the right to use that word. But if you have been on the receiving end of people pointing the finger and making judgements you just get tired of it.
I love the fact that you, and Bobby's parents, bring your beautiful children out to be with us. That you found what must be considerable courage and determination to face what you knew you would receive. Disapproving stares, disparaging comments, outright hostility and rude actions. But then you meet such kind people like that clerk.
It is never easy to be different, or have no choice, but what a delight it must be to see the joy in your son's face, to give him freedom from four walls, a trip out for ice cream, playing in a park, touch the ocean, take a walk, or run, in a mall.
Like any child should enjoy. Like Bobby was doing.
I hope this story helps other parents, and their children with special needs come out to play. I just loved this story!