I think I must have prayed a fervent and heartfelt prayer sometime ago, asking God to help me with the so-called "fruits of the spirit." For those unfamiliar, the passage is from the Bible, Galations 5:22-23
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law." (NIV)
One of the things I've learned from personal experience over the course of my lifetime so far, is that one trite saying is also quite true. God always answers prayer, but not always in the way we expect or hope.
I figure I have to have said this prayer, because otherwise God would not have sent us our first son, Christopher James. CJ has ADHD, and his is the particularly intense, overly hyperactive, impulsive and inattentive combo-type. I love him more than life, and would never want anyone to think that I don't. In fact, what we go through every day with CJ is a labor of love, proof that we want the best for him, or else we would just give up and sent him to an institution.
This morning was a prime example, and for those who do not have ADHD in their lives anywhere, a great illustration of what most of our days are like.
Ironically, yesterday we met with CJ's psychiatrist, and CJ met with his counselor. CJ started a new medication today, Concerta 27mg, which is supposed to last longer (12 hours, we hope,) than the Ritalin LA that he was previously taking. This morning, 1/2 hour before school started, I had a meeting scheduled to discuss CJ's 504 plan with his 2nd grade teacher, the special ed. specialist and the "resource teacher." So the plan was that we would wake CJ 30 minutes earlier than usual, so that he could come with me and play with his friends until school started.
Unfortunately, CJ had other things on his mind this morning than getting ready early and heading into school. He sat at his sister's place at the breakfast table, causing a huge uproar because he was eating "her" food. He wouldn't get dressed, instead running around the house chanting some silly thing he was repeating from a pre-school show, Little Bill. He wouldn't focus on Mike or me for even a moment to listen to the directions he needed to follow. We were lucky to get him to put his clothes on, forget about brushing his teeth or washing his hair. He became very angry over the fact that I expected him to repay us for a toy I bought for him at Target the other day, when he forgot to bring his allowance with him. (I guess he thought it was a gift, even though we had discussed the fact that I was just loaning him the $ till we got home...) Then CJ proceeded to use his fantastic aim and considerable strength to hurl diecast Thomas trains at me and my husband. (My hand is still red and a bit bruised from one direct hit.)
So, am I learning patience? Well, I'm trying!! Self-control? I don't say nasty things to my son that ruin his self-esteem...does that count? Gentleness? I guess so! I may be fiesty in spirit, but we try very hard not to use physical pain as a punishment tactic, even tho sometimes that seems like the only way to keep CJ from seriously hurting his siblings. I just don't know if I am learning the things I'm supposed to to make those fruits a part of my daily personality.
Does dealing with difficult people really build patience in a person?
I think I'm going to have to revisit this question in about 10 years, as CJ becomes a young adult and prepares to leave our home (hopefully! ;) ) I am not sure I have the perspective at this moment in my life to say that yes, this experience helped me "grow my fruit." It's like asking someone who is going through the excruciating pain of having burned skin removed so that healthy new skin can grow, "do you feel like this is helping you to heal and feel better?" I'm certain that poor patient would say "Heck no!" But ask him 2 years later, and she might have a different opinion on the experience.
I guess I will just have to muddle through this parenting experience, and hope that the fruits, whenever they might arrive, will be as luscious and delectable as the sweetest peach, picked straight off the tree in late July.