Vic and I headed out on Monday to do a little post-Christmas shopping, since we both had gift cards burning holes in our pockets. We pulled through Starbucks’ drive-thru and Vic asked if she could have coffee too. I offered to let her indulge with a short sized latte, explaining that she did not need quite the quantity of caffeine that I was planning to consume.
“Am I the only one in the family with ADHD?” she asked out of the blue.
“Personally, I believe we all have a little bit of it. But you are the only one with a doctor’s diagnosis of it. Does that bother you?”
“Of course it bothers me!!! I hate having ADHD! I wish Aaron had it and not me!”
I explained that I understood how she felt about having ADHD, but that I felt this was a perfect example of how we can turn scary situations into positives. “I believe this ADHD is a blessing.”
“HOW can you SAY that?!! This is NOT a blessing!” She was emphatic.
And so I began my philosophy: “As scary as it was for me to face this, if we had not discovered it, we would have never known about the dangers of chemicals in our foods and beauty products. We would have never made all these changes, and we would still be eating stuff that is bad for us. Our bodies are all different. We are lucky, in a way, that your body responded differently to these chemicals and started us on the path to understanding the harmful ingredients. I do believe this is a blessing. We can take anything and make it positive if we are willing to learn from it. You are a blessing to me in so many ways. This is just one of them.”
And that was pretty much the whole conversation. She still isn’t happy about being “the only one in the family with ADHD,” but she seemed relatively appeased with being one of my greatest blessings. I pray some day that she is able to understand how to look at the positive side of a situation, and that she will come to know how it is that I can be grateful for a diagnosis.
200 days, and happily counting…