ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) is a kind of psychiatric problem that happens to children. These days it is not a rare disease anymore, but commonly seen around me. Looking back overthese past few weeks, I seem to have it. My mind has been scattered here and there. I've had my hands full with many things: supporting and guiding to my two teenage sons,maintaining a good relationship with my husband, sticking to learning English, training residents, writing e a scientific article, maintaining friendships with co-workers and old friends, attending a lunch time yoga class,as well asmy job. I cannot list down everything.
When I was young and single, I thought myself capable ofconcentrating, at high level, in any field. However, I am notwho I was before. Now, I am an extremely ordinary person who likes to do easy work rather than complicated matters. To be honest, after returning from Paris, I have been a bit depressed. It probably is aconsequence of trip or seasonal effect. With theincoming cold season, everybody reviews their accomplishments of the past yearthen plans for the next term. If we want to move on to another job next year, we have to prepare forit subtle and silently to the letter several months before.
During this weekend, I've done simple but essential thingsthat are part ofmy responsibilities: I visited few private academies with my eldest son for consultation and registration, I had a serioustalk with my husband, and I exchanged emails with my co-workers regarding the focus of my new article.I also did some routine jobs. The good thing is that I was able to make up with my husband. Due to some reasons, he didn't talkto me for two weeks. Somebody might wonder how it can be possible for an old couple. Although we’ve been married for over 16 years, there are times when I feel I'm up against a brick wall. Thepersonalities of our partners don't changeover time; It is our perception and dreams of themthat changes as we become more and more accustomed to each other. They seem like parallel lines that cannot meet forever. Thinking of parenting, there is no time to waste in keeping one’s self-righteousness. Recently, I've heard eye-catching expressions in abook and movie: "The smile of a child is a tattoo: indelible art," and "Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face." It's true. When I told these lines to my husband, he said it felt like “Karma." Anyway, He's stilloldbest friend who will go through thorn bushes with me.
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