I’m disgusted with the way that my son constantly loses things. His hat, his belt, his books, his glasses, his lunchbox. I write his name in EVERYTHING and then I pick him up after school and lo and behold, he had it but he can’t find it. We look all over the classroom, the cafeteria, the gym. He said he had it at lunch. He said he had it at recess. He said he looked in his cubby but it wasn’t there either. Part of me wants to excuse it because he is just seven years old and his memory is such a fleeting property, but dang…how many library books do I have to pay for? Mittens? I’m aware that part of his forgetfulness is marked by the ADHD and that’s a beast in and of itself, a creature of many names. Sometimes I feel helpless, I know he didn’t mean to lose it and desperately wants to remember it and doesn’t want to see his mother angry. I know he tries, and tries hard. I am the one who lacks patience. I will have to gather the will to find it.
