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What’s the most expensive item your child has destroyed within 24 hours?

A window with broken glass, representing different ways of dealing with failure
Window with broken glass, black and white

Thanks for all the comments on my earlier post about Natalie destroying her blue jeans. Wow, I’m not in this alone! Reading your responses made me realize…I have more to say on this topic. Boy, do I ever!

Last Christmas, Nat’s “big” present was a children’s drum set. She loves music, and I thought that, given her problems with sensory integration, having control over loud sounds as she experiences them might help her learn to tolerate them. Someone else will have to test that hypothesis — I never got the chance.

On the first day — THE VERY FIRST DAY — the drum set was in her bedroom, she played in her room, with the door closed, with Ty and Lindzey, friends who live across the street. With one ear tuned to the happy voices and “music” coming from Nat’s room, Don and I went about our business without constantly checking on the kids as they played.

Mistake! The sounds of the drum were not happy sounds at all. Nat took apart the stool, and used one of its metal legs to ram holes in the drum heads. Ruined. And that puppy was not cheap. The drum set went back in the box, and to this day, it’s in the garage, where the sight of the box is a reminder, to me — not to Natalie, I’m sure — of this frustrating event.

It’s contest time! What’s the most expensive item your child with ADHD has destroyed within 24 hours? I’ll start. One drum set: $120.

Can you beat that?

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  1. I’m so glad I found your article! I love and connect to your writing. This morning my daughter took a screw driver and “decorated” an antique lamp with lots of long and deep scratches. The morning was going just fine so it was particularly unexpected. My husband and I actually let most things go (Sharpie and mud murals, for example) and have learned to give grace when it comes to impulsive actions, but this one stung. This lamp was something I had on my wish list for years and was finally able to get. I got it during a time of grief and it has sentimental value to me. Silly as it may sound, I saw it as a “me” prize after a long journey with infertility, an extremely difficult pregnancy, and a difficult postpartum recovery period. We do not (mainly because there aren’t enough hours in the day to keep on top of our busy little bee’s projects!) insist on a perfectly tidy house and prioritize time together. But I’ll admit I had some tears over this one. I’m not sure how to “parent” in this case. She showed remorse but we didn’t have much time to talk about it before walking to school. I didn’t ask her “why” (I’ve learned that that question cannot be answered) but I’m definitely feeling sorry for myself and asking “why did I buy something nice for myself? Silly mom.”

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