A candid peek into my daily life — the beautiful chaos, the laughter, and the real struggles of parenting with ADHD.

Hey there, beautiful souls —

Let me just start by saying this: parenting is already a wild ride. Add ADHD into the mix, and suddenly that wild ride includes spontaneous dance breaks, forgotten appointments, random tears (sometimes from me, sometimes from the now-not-so-tiny humans), and a whole lot of creative problem-solving. Welcome to my world — the world of a neurodivergent momma doing her best every single day.

The Beautiful Chaos

Let’s be real — my brain is always in five different places at once. I’m mentally cataloging which adult kid needs a vent session, wondering what I forgot at the grocery store, juggling pets and getting them all to work (there are three of them and one of me!), and reminding myself (again) to hydrate. Oh, and there’s still some weird science project in the fridge… none of us are brave enough to open the container.

But amidst the chaos, there’s a weird kind of beauty. ADHD lets me dive into creative conversations, dream big, and embrace the unexpected. Even with my kids now navigating young adulthood, that playful, deeply connected energy we’ve always shared is still there. I love fiercely, I celebrate the weirdness, and I see them — not just as my kids, but as the unique, brilliant people they’re becoming.

The Struggles Are Real

But oh honey, let’s not sugarcoat it. Parenting with ADHD comes with real struggles — and they don’t magically disappear when your kids grow up. Executive dysfunction still means the dishes pile up. I still space out during important convos. Sometimes I hyperfocus on a craft project and forget I had actual deadlines. #ADHDBrain

There are days I feel like I’m not showing up the way I want to. The guilt still creeps in — especially when I think about the years when they were small and I felt like I was constantly trying to keep my head above water. But I remind myself daily: grace over guilt. My love has always shown up in messy, magical ways — and that still counts.

Laughing Through It

I’ve learned that humor is one of my best coping tools. I laugh when I find the car keys in the fridge. I laugh when I realize I’ve worn mismatched socks for three days. I laugh at my sticky-note-covered planner that somehow still doesn’t keep me on time.

Laughter keeps me grounded. It reminds me that perfection is not the goal — connection is.

What I Want Other ADHD Mommas to Know

You are not alone.

If you’ve ever cried because you forgot a birthday text, spaced out during an important talk, or beat yourself up for the clutter in your brain and your house, I see you. If your mind feels like a browser with 37 tabs open — one of which is playing music and you have no idea where it’s coming from — I see you.

We don’t have to parent like neurotypical moms. Our way is different, not broken. And even as our kids grow into adults, they still benefit from a parent who’s empathetic, wildly creative, and beautifully human.

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If you’re a fellow neurodivergent parent — past the diapers, deep in the life talks — I’d love to hear your truths. What’s this phase of parenting like for you? What’s changed, and what hasn’t?

Let’s keep building this safe, supportive space. Our ADHD truths deserve to be heard, honored, and celebrated. 💜

Much love and many blessings,
Mrs. B