So let me show you my one meager attempt at knitting. I made this doll while God was stilling knitting my daughter in my womb. It’s simple, lop-sided and well kind of falling apart. I made this because a huge love grew in me for my child and I wanted to give her something that would display that love.
I never realized how important it was to make sure she knew of my love until recently. My daughter just got diagnosed with ADHD. Since that diagnoses, my life has been an endless array of meetings, treatments, and trying to find out how to get my six-year-old child with the intelligence of a third grader (according to her doctor) to pass first-grade.
But throughout the whirlwind of the last couple weeks, I overlooked something. See children are perceptive. My child instantly picked up there was something wrong and asked me what was ADHD. I had neglected to talk to her about what was going on. Somehow in all this hoopula I forgot there was a little person, with emotions and feelings; not just a product I needed to perfect. I realized then, I needed to change my outlook.
One night we sat down in a position we mastered when she was a infant. She sat between my outstretched legs, with her own stretched out as I rested my chin on her head. I told her even though she has troubles in school, and can’t stop fidgeting, I would always love her. And I will. I wove this poem together for her. A poem I would love to turn into a children’s book that all ADHD mothers can share with their children. So please enjoy my knitted blanket of love.