ADHD, Food and My Family by Jill Motew
Feed your Mind
November 2004. My oldest son, Max, who was 10 years old and in 4th grade was showing signs of struggling in grade school. Lack of focus, lack of interest and low self-esteem in the classroom were rearing their ugly heads. Being that Max was the first of my five kids, being that my husband’s ADHD was still undiagnosed in his mid-thirties and being that Max was a boy, hockey goalie and all around athletic kid, how would we have ever known he had ADHD? He was our guinea pig, the one whe’d make the most mistakes with, our first-born. It was during his fall conference that year that his teacher at the time suggested that we have Max tested for ADHD. She kept us calm, focused and talked us out of blaming ourselves for the rest of our lives. At the end of our conference, knowing how talented and committed Max was at playing high level hockey at such a young age, she left us with these words of wisdom that I still think about daily with my other kids. She told us to never take him out of a hockey rink. I didn’t get it back then, I was far too young of a mother. But, those words have helped me raise my kids to have self-worth, independence, routine and discipline. Character traits they would have never gotten from school.
















