to the unsuspecting eye.

While it may not be obvious, I dig through my repetoire of pain and anguished memory in order to save my child(ren?) from having to endure the things I have done.  To comprehend the madness, understand its angles and contours, see it for what it is, expose it in an uncomfortable series of essays and exposes and unhappily rendered portraits that render it weak and rattling in its feeble grasp on my soul.  I do this for my son, for Jack, and I do it for any other children I may (or may not, ...) have the pleasure of knowing, vis-a-vis, I do it for those whose children must eventually battle dissimilarly similar creatures of dark, haunting personal treason, and I do it, even, for some of the other parents (and non-parents) who find themselves in battles akin to my own.

And, so.  Though this weblog, more often than not, has the quasi-tangible feel, the sense, of a worn, pock-marked personal journal, rather than that of a mommyblog;

don't be fooled.  This is a MOMMYBLOG, coming and going.

You see, through it all, I hope.  I hope for the things to come. 

And, thus, I wage on in my ever-tiresome, yet never-ending battle.

(Beats hell out of describing all my intrepid, albeit minutiae-enriched, introspection as naval-gazing, huh.)

Comments

[slouching mom]

who said we were fooled?

;)

[jaelithe]

Shoot, I don't care what you write about. I'll just read it.

[Andrea]

I've always thought your candor on the subject was inspiring. Not only are you helping those who are immediately afflicted or know someone with the same diagnosis, but you're helping those of us who don't have daily interaction with someone with ADHD to understand it should we ever need to.

And I just want to know everything there is to know about you anyway. I'm a stalker like that. Smooch!

[Ruth Dynamite]

Hope. It's all we've got.

[Lotta]

It's just awesome writing whatever you want to call it.