I took a holiday this weekend; it wasn’t planned, I didn’t discuss it with anyone and it was much needed. I took a holiday from confrontation – I allowed Hugo to do what he liked, when he liked and with whom he liked (he was safe as his judgement is pretty sound – I haven’t lost my mind!) to avoid backlash, arguments and me feeling like the bad guy.
One of the themes that’s continued to arise over the last 8-10 years, both in my head and within my online community, is a diagnosis for all that Hugo is and does. I consider seeking a diagnosis when things are bad – when Hugo’s thrown the shit at the parental fan and I feel like I’m drowning in failure, it’s my flare for help. Then things settle down for a bit, a teacher/GP or CAHMS give you a look/letter of “I’m sure he’ll grow out of it”, so I lose my gusto and don’t want to rock the behavioural boat – until the next time!
But you know what they say, doing the same thing again and again expecting a different outcome is madness. So, for anyone with a spirited firecracker, who’s tick is ticking to a different tock, here’s where we’re at with a diagnosis, or – as I’ve come to prefer it – ‘description’. After all, a diagnosis tends to imply something’s wrong and it’s not that there’s something ‘wrong’ with Hugo, it’s just that he’s different to the ‘norm’.
Gone are the days of subtle messages in our homes, there’s an interiors trend for saying it how it is and in some cases, quite literally the writing’s on the wall. Maybe we’ve become so comfortable with narrating our lives on social media, giving little stories to the freeze-frames of our moments and finding relevant hastags to get the word out there. We’re using artwork, lighting, banners, cushions, blankets, crockery and even door mats to share our family motto, beliefs, uplifting quotes or a one word mood. Never has the trend for saying it like it really is been so prevalent and I simply love it! Just think of all the captioning we’d have to do if our pictures didn’t contain words too!!
I’ve slowly started to notice that more and more typography is creeping into my interior decor (along with the monochrome landscape – oh black and white it easy with kids!), I’m not sure whether its the living with all the boys that means I literally have to spell stuff out for them. I’ve also adopted a lot of monogramming – again, maybe this is due to the kids, If I don’t stamp my initials on it I might very well forget who I am completely in a sleep deprived stupor!