Post by franksmom on Dec 19, 2004 21:59:56 GMT -5
Soaring Above the Storms: Twas the Night Before Christmas
for ADHD’ers’ Moms
Alaine Benard © 2004
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house…
Not a creature was sleeping, not even the mouse,
The booksacks and clothes were thrown on the back of a chair;
In hopes that St. Nicholas wouldn’t see the mess there,
The children, they wrestled on top of their bed,
While visions of broken limbs danced in Mom’s head,
She saw all their mischief and was ready to snap,
Her nerves were stretched awaiting the next mishap,
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
She sprang from the house to see what was the matter.
Through the door the kids had run with a crash,
On her roses, they were doing the 50-yard dash.
The moon on them glowed and lit up their show,
Seemed to magnify the objects they’d began to throw,
When what to her bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a supercharged sleigh, and eight flying reindeer,
With a wild looking driver; who moved way too quick,
She knew it had to be the ADHD St. Nick,
More rapid than gunfire his loud voice came,
He shouted, calling animal and children by name;
“Now, Dasher! Now Twister! Now Hyper and Dreamin’!
On, Comet! On Zoom-It! on Speeder and Taz-man!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash around! Dash around! Dash around all!”
Like dry leaves that take off in the wild hurricane sky,
When they meet with an obstacle, into it they fly,
So up to the house top all the ADHD’ers flew,
With a sleigh full of goodies, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, she heard on her roof
The jumping and screaming, the undeniable proof
That her head and her home were spinning around
Before they shoved each other in the chimney and down.
Mom was stressed and bone-weary from her head to her foot,
Their new clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
The furniture was broken; the rug was all black,
All she wanted to do was run away from this pack.
Their eyes—how they twinkled! Their chaos so merry!
As they ran and flipped by Mom who thought of hari-kari
As she watched the balls and skates, arrows and a bow,
Her nerves fell apart and her hair turned white as snow,
They drank red Kool-Aid and chocolate covered their teeth,
And the frustration encircled her head like a wreath;
So she shook and her knees became a bowlful of jelly.
She sat and wondered about her old self,
The one who was rested and liked being alone with herself,
The migraine and tension put a vise on her head,
Another holiday she entered with horrible dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all her suitcases, then turned with a jerk,
And laying them down, the thought soon arose,
To where exactly on earth a frazzled mom goes,
But she sprang to the sleigh, and started to whistle,
And away she flew like a peacekeeper missile!
And they heard her exclaim, as she flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good life!”
Alaine Benard’s column has been published in Baton Rouge Parents Magazine, San Diego Parent, Southern Renaissance, MomsVoice Magazine, psychiatric newsletters, and many top websites. Benard also contributes to such popular books as the Chicken Soup For The Soul. She has done TV and radio interviews. She works with special needs children in a private school dyslexic lab, and is currently working on her fourth book showcasing the positive side of these inspiring children, and an ADHD workbook for elementary students. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
for ADHD’ers’ Moms
Alaine Benard © 2004
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house…
Not a creature was sleeping, not even the mouse,
The booksacks and clothes were thrown on the back of a chair;
In hopes that St. Nicholas wouldn’t see the mess there,
The children, they wrestled on top of their bed,
While visions of broken limbs danced in Mom’s head,
She saw all their mischief and was ready to snap,
Her nerves were stretched awaiting the next mishap,
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
She sprang from the house to see what was the matter.
Through the door the kids had run with a crash,
On her roses, they were doing the 50-yard dash.
The moon on them glowed and lit up their show,
Seemed to magnify the objects they’d began to throw,
When what to her bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a supercharged sleigh, and eight flying reindeer,
With a wild looking driver; who moved way too quick,
She knew it had to be the ADHD St. Nick,
More rapid than gunfire his loud voice came,
He shouted, calling animal and children by name;
“Now, Dasher! Now Twister! Now Hyper and Dreamin’!
On, Comet! On Zoom-It! on Speeder and Taz-man!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash around! Dash around! Dash around all!”
Like dry leaves that take off in the wild hurricane sky,
When they meet with an obstacle, into it they fly,
So up to the house top all the ADHD’ers flew,
With a sleigh full of goodies, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, she heard on her roof
The jumping and screaming, the undeniable proof
That her head and her home were spinning around
Before they shoved each other in the chimney and down.
Mom was stressed and bone-weary from her head to her foot,
Their new clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
The furniture was broken; the rug was all black,
All she wanted to do was run away from this pack.
Their eyes—how they twinkled! Their chaos so merry!
As they ran and flipped by Mom who thought of hari-kari
As she watched the balls and skates, arrows and a bow,
Her nerves fell apart and her hair turned white as snow,
They drank red Kool-Aid and chocolate covered their teeth,
And the frustration encircled her head like a wreath;
So she shook and her knees became a bowlful of jelly.
She sat and wondered about her old self,
The one who was rested and liked being alone with herself,
The migraine and tension put a vise on her head,
Another holiday she entered with horrible dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all her suitcases, then turned with a jerk,
And laying them down, the thought soon arose,
To where exactly on earth a frazzled mom goes,
But she sprang to the sleigh, and started to whistle,
And away she flew like a peacekeeper missile!
And they heard her exclaim, as she flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good life!”
Alaine Benard’s column has been published in Baton Rouge Parents Magazine, San Diego Parent, Southern Renaissance, MomsVoice Magazine, psychiatric newsletters, and many top websites. Benard also contributes to such popular books as the Chicken Soup For The Soul. She has done TV and radio interviews. She works with special needs children in a private school dyslexic lab, and is currently working on her fourth book showcasing the positive side of these inspiring children, and an ADHD workbook for elementary students. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
