A Parent's Prayer


Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.

I pray I find a little quiet,
far from the daily family riot.
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at,
and what they're doing to the cat.

I pray for time all to myself,
(did something just fall off the shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice soft bed
(Oh no another goldfish-- dead!)

Some silent moments for goodness sake
(did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck I've got the right to dream)

Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me to keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!


Back when my son and then my grandson were first diagnosed with severe ADHD, someone sent this to me to put a little humor in my life of dealing with 2 boys that literally would bounce off the walls, and even now at 19 & 14 still do somedays. And truer words had never been written!!!

Life around here can be an adventure in it's self. You never know what each day is going to bring, there have been times where I've been on a first name basis with the local ER, over the years we've had more than our share of strains, sprains, & stitches. 2 years ago was the worst but also the funniest First our son came home one day from skateboarding walked in my mom's house looked at my sister & I and said I fell off my skateboard but I'm alright I just sprained my wrist - this as we're looking at a kid that has road rash from his head to his knees, literally - the whole right side of his body & face were skun off, it took a whole extra large tube of Neosporin to cover it all, but he was alright he only sprained his wrist . 2 months later he was riding his bike into town looked in one direction but not the other and hung a left in front of a car, the poor guy driving almost had the big one but at the sametime saw the humor in it when he was describing the jack-in-the-box - as my son bounced off the front of the car and landed on his butt on the road he bounced right back to his feet and told the guy he was ok he only sprained his wrist, later he showed me the road rash on his arm and side. Just a few weeks later he tripped and fell on his shoelaces - but he was alright he only sprained his wrist, later that same morning he slipped on the stairs at school and decided he really needed to have his wrist looked at he thought he might have broke it - yep 3 times !!! He ended up having a pin put in it and the surgeon tried to do a bone graft to fill in some of the space that had been caused by so many breaks with out full healing in-between but that never took. He's had to have stitches on his face 4 times, his arm once, and his leg twice and that's not counting all the cuts that he hasn't been to the doctor or ER for.He's my walking talking accident looking for a place to happen, and people wonder why my first aid kit is one of the biggest tackle boxes you can buy. So far I've only been to the ER with the grandson once he managed to somehow dislocate his shoulder when he slipped & fell while he was running.

My son can slaughter a chicken or a turkey and process it with the best of them and he learned it all on his own after we had an incident one morning and the slaughterhouse was closed for the month. But the ADHD kicked in in overdrive as he was getting to the end of the processing and instead of cutting the legs off at the knees he cut them off at the hips - makes carving the turkey easier you don't have to cut the legs off first was his explanation to my mom Thanksgiving morning as she was getting ready to put it in the oven  He also learned you can ring a roosters neck and have it still live,so now he makes sure his machete is extra sharp before he tries to kill a bird when needed.

My grandson has been gardening with me since he was old enough to walk, but if you plan on letting him help weed though you do have to have very strict supervision or he has been known to pull the plants and leave the weeds 

My son has raised 4 pigs for the freezer, a batch of chickens, and is hoping this spring to start raising pheasant, partridge, and quail for meat.

At 14 my grandson is starting to give us a run for our money he's at that age where he knows it all and we as adults know nothing. We have raised him since he was 2 months old for all but 3 years when he first started school, his parents took him to TX for 3 years and he was never so happy to get home as he was when in 2005 he finally moved back with us. We now have full custody of him and his parents are completely out of the picture. He still loves to help with the vegetable garden and taking care of the chickens, ducks, turkeys, & goose. Come March he'll help me get the incubators set up and the eggs in them then he'll keep his eye on them right thru to hatch. As the eggs hatch he'll move babies from the incubators into the brooders and tend the babies until they're ready to move outside into the brooder cage to start the integration into the flock.

They've taught me over the years that you can do anything you set your mind too, even if the odds are stacked against you. Some other things these boys have taught me over the years are: There is no such thing as child proofing your house, when you hear the toilet flush & the words uh-oh it's already too late, 10 year olds aren't Evel Knievel even though they like to think they are, worms in pockets don't live in the washer, eggs can't be scrambled in the oven, if you get mad enough while wearing dentures when you yell they fall out and everyone is reduced to tears of laughter, if it suddenly gets quiet you need to get very worried, paint will fix a lot of things, a super ball hit with a golf club WILL shatter a car window, but the biggest lessons these boys have taught me is a sense of humor will get you thru a lot of things nothing else will, when it comes to discipline to pick my battles, don't sweat the small stuff - it's all small stuff and a pot of coffee doesn't hurt either. 

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Comment by Andrea G on January 22, 2012 at 8:39pm

Karen, I love this!  I can totally relate, because I have a 12-year-old foster son who has ADHD.  He is very much like your boys.  You are right, a sense of humour is so important!  Would you mind if I printed this off to share with a friend who also has a foster son with ADHD?  I know that she would enjoy it too.

Comment by Karen Paro on January 22, 2012 at 8:50pm

Andrea go right ahead

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