I’m sure you’ve heard of many Scripture versions, the KJV (King James Version), the NIV (New Internation Version), etc. Though no one can say for sure, there are about 900 versions of God’s Word, but I bet you’ve never heard of this one: The RADmom. Yes, The Reactive Attachment Disorder mom’s version, but trust me, it is very real. It is like no other.
This morning started with my RAD son (I know, politically correct I should say, “My son, who happens to have RAD,” but not today. No PC in me today.) Anyhow, the morning started with him waking groggy after about 2 hours of sleep. I don’t know why he is not sleeping, but it was a struggle for him to stay awake long enough to get dressed for school. I sent an email to the teachers saying that we have a doctor’s appointment soon to see if there is a med error and he got on the bus. I was looking forward to a day alone with nothing but my thoughts and hopefully some paper to write them down. I decided to throw in a load of laundry and that’s when it happened. That’s when the RAD in our home took over. Even without him here, he leaves a big wake!
My washing machine was full of one pair of pants (who does that? Washes one pair of pants?) about four packs of gum sans the wrappers which were already stuck to the side of the drum, a can of beef jerky & some other indescribable items. I attempted to scrape the gum off the sides with no luck, so I threw my hands up and had a good cry. Well, a mini cry, I guess. I phoned my husband and started sending texts to his teachers (who have been teaching him to do laundry for a couple of years,) and I took my own advice that I mentioned before in a blog post and I called a friend who would make me laugh. Well, actually, I texted her and her goofed-up voice texting back while driving made me laugh out loud. I attempted to regroup and then was faced with another pesky annoyance. Where would my help come from?! My help comes from the Lord as I am reminded in Psalm 54:4 (Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.)
My hope is truly found in the Lord and the Lord alone. Only he can understand my joys and my sorrows even if today it is only gum stuck in a washing machine. He will make my paths straight and today I think He knew my hope and joy would be found in spending a little more time with Him. Now, unfortunately, I think he wants me to go back to the basement and try again.