This is my life

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Dear Diary,

Seven years ago I had a beautiful little boy.

This beautiful little boy learned how to walk,
he learned how to talk,
he learned how to jump,
and run, and fall...

All of this he learned very early, because he's a very bright little boy.  I could never take my eyes off of him because he was always into everything.  I always had to chase him because he would never stop.  I stopped being able to go places we loved to go because he couldn't listen or control himself very well.   I specifically sent him to preschool because I could tell his social skills were lacking where as his brother went because he needed to be around people, my little one went to learn how to be around people.

His smile and his laugh could light up a room while his tantrums and screaming had everyone shaking their heads... at him... at me and his father.  We tried desperately to get them under control while he was still little with very little success.  He surprised everyone with his incredible intelligence, he scared everyone with his anger.   He kept all of us in a state of constant apprehension while we waited to see how he would react to any given situation.

Eventually he left preschool to join the public school system...  

    Nothing was ever the same after that.


I'm not sure where I want to go with this blog. 
Maybe I just need to talk about our journey so far.
Maybe someone will come here because my story sounds like theirs.
Maybe I will help someone, or someone will help me.

~Tired mom






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