I like to talk about my son the inventor. Max is 9 years old and for years has always been putting things together to help him get around, across, and through obstacles. My wife and I are waiting for him to up with that one brilliant idea that will let us retire.
We joke about this a lot but we never thought it really could happen. You see, with all of his disorders we didn’t think he would be able to accomplish all the great things we know he is really intelligent enough to do. He has been diagnosed with ADHD, Bipolar Disorder, Asperger’s (sometimes PDD instead), ODD, OCD, and anxiety among other things.
With all of the medication he is on we have been afraid that it would stunt his mental growth. Michael Moore, the creator of many movies including “Roger and Me”, once said if his parents had put him on medication for his ADHD he doesn’t think he would have accomplished what he has.
We have a parenting counselor who meets with us each week. She helps us work through Max’s issues. We told her how he wants to go to MIT and become an inventor. When we mentioned that we didn’t think he would succeed she told us not to bet on that. He’s smart, has the capabilities, and will probably pleasantly surprise us. She has spent a lot of time at MIT and she told us that most, if not all, of the students had similar issues and had worked through them to accomplish great things.
And he keeps inventing. Just the other day he built a rainforest in the backyard. He didn’t start out doing it. All he wanted to do was fill a barrel from the hose. His plan was to put on his bathing suit and climb into it; relaxing as if it were a hot tub. Only thing was it was a cold day and the water was icy.
It wasn’t long before his mind spawned the idea of a rainforest. He took the hose and attached a smaller one to it that has a sprayer on one end and a shut off valve on the other. He then climbed up a tree high enough to hide the sprayer in the branches but also low enough to reach the valve.
When he tested his invention he was standing under the tree in his bathing suit. He flipped the switch and a fine mist began to spray downwards. The water dripped off the branches and formed puddles in the dirt.
Max declared it a rousing success but too cold. He disappeared into the house. A few minutes later he returned still in his bathing suit but he had added a yellow rain slicker and yellow rubber boots. After a retest he was elated that it was working so well.
Once all his testing was completed he began rounding up the neighborhood kids to show them what he had made. Several children stood in the back yard and watched him dance in and around the misty rain. He tried to convince them to join him but not only was it too cold and wet, none were dressed appropriately. But all liked what he had accomplished.
My wife and I are now rethinking our opinion of what Max will be able to accomplish when he grows up. We don’t want to sell him short. I actually know an inventor who graduated from MIT. I’m going to ask him if he would spend some time mentoring my son.
Who knows, as our counselor says, Max will probably surprise us!
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