When I was in college getting my psychology degree, I vowed that if I ever had any children with ADHD, I would not put them on medication. As the years passed and I didn’t have children at all, I became a little smug in my parenting ideas. All around me, tons of children were being diagnosed with ADHD….like an epidemic. It seemed like parents and teachers were using that condition as an excuse to over medicate children that wouldn’t behave. I had the nerve to look down on those adults as people who didn’t want to invest time in their children, who saw prescriptions as a panacea.
Then I became the parent of prenatally damaged children.
And my own normally gestated brother was diagnosed with ADD.
Even then, I still fought the diagnoses…. for years.
It wasn’t until my second son, The Thinker, started failing math in fifth grade that I realized that it was in his best interest to have a doctor involved. His teacher was constantly sending home impatient sounding notes about his disorganization, not paying attention and poor work. At the same time, my fourth son, The Comedian, was showing signs of even bigger problems. I went to the pediatrician who gave me questionnaires for both their teachers, my husband and me to fill out. Based on the answers, both were diagnosed with ADHD. It was another year before The Comedian was diagnosed with “mood disorder” (because he is too young for an official “bi-polar” label). Three years later, my third son, The Engineer, was diagnosed with ADD.
And so, after years of smugness, the tables have turned. I am the one who receives the judging looks and I know just what those people are thinking: “Three children with forms of ADHD? She must be a terrible parent. How can she medicate her children like that?!” Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me… much. I know how much that medication helps the boys. After many failures, I know which forms of medication help my sons and which forms make them worse. This certainly isn’t something I did lightly. I still worry about the long term affects that the meds will have on their bodies and their unborn children. I still rant about pollutions and prenatal drugs and genetics. Having one child with ADHD is frustrating. Having two is really hard. Having three can be downright chaos.
- 4 Tbsp olive oil, divided
- 1 3lb pork loin roast
- 1 tsp sea salt, divided
- ¾ tsp ground white pepper, divided
- 3 tsp thyme, divided
- 4 garlic cloves, minced
- ½ cup minced onion
- 1¼ cup unsweetened apple juice
- ¾ cup chicken broth
- ⅓ cup sour cream
- Heat oven to 325 degrees.
- In a heavy skillet heat 2 Tbsp olive oil.
- Brown roast on all sides.
- Place in rimmed baking dish and sprinkle with ½ tsp each of salt and pepper.
- Reserve skillet for later use.
- In a small bowl, combine 1 Tbsp olive oil, 2 tsp thyme and garlic.
- Rub over tops and sides of roast.
- Bake until internal temperature reaches 145 degrees, about 50-60 minutes.
- Place on cutting board; cover loosely with foil and let stand 10 minutes before slicing.
- Meanwhile, scape drippings from baking dish and heat with remaining 1 Tbsp olive oil in skillet.
- Add onions and cook until soft.
- Add apple juice and broth; increase heat to high and cook until mixture is reduced to 1 cup.
- Lower heat and simmer 4-6 minutes until slightly thickened and reduced to 1 cup.
- Stir in sour cream and remaining thyme, salt and pepper.
- Serve sauce over slices of roast.