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One afternoon years ago, at the end of the school day, my oldest son came bounding in through our mudroom door, exhilarated with important news from his fourth-grade class. “Mom!” he called out, “I have ADHD!” Yup, you certainly do, but fill me in please…

I remember that day so clearly. That phone call. The doctor’s diagnosis, my uncertainty. Sometimes people talk about feeling relief: Well, at least we know what we are dealing with, at least now we can understand and find solutions. But first there was fear, the fear of the unknown. And this was about my son and a special needs diagnosis, which made it even harder.

Growing up, I was one of those kids who loved playing with and caring for children. I babysat, created scavenger hunts for my little brother, and spent my favorite summers as a camp counselor. Not surprisingly, I always dreamed of a big family.