A very Lego Christmas....

Ron, Hermine and Harry had a great Christmas. So did Sponge Bob, once I built and assembled his home, his friends and his accessories. My son announced as soon as he awoke the day after Christmas, that he wanted to build all the Lego sets he received. I agreed and we took up our positions on the rug in the front room. Thankful this year was light on Lego sets I began to dump out the bags and sort through the pieces. My son LOVES to put the people together...so do I, but since it was the holiday's I let him. It was shortly after this that he wandered off. We had Gary and Sponge Bob and Patrick and a pile of Lego bricks. He lost interest. Usually we work as a team until the item is complete. Yesterday he just didn't have the desire. He wandered around, asked Dad for breakfast and left me to build alone. Should I have stopped and waited for him to return? Probably but I have a Lego Problem. I can't stop. Once the little pieces are there in front of me it becomes and unhealthy obsession. I have to complete the set. I have been known to take pieces away from my children so that I could build what ever it is we are working on....sad.
The reason the Lego distraction bothers me, (both mine and my son's lack of...) is purely concern for his concentration. He doesn't seem to have any. This is how we knew, in the past if his medicine was working. He could stay focused on a project. Now he is like a wandering minstrel. Bouncing from one thing to the next. Unable to enjoy his own toys. Will this change over time? Will we resort to medication again to help him focus? Can you teach this sort of thing? It isn't just Lego's of course, I worry this is the benchmark for other things. If he can't sit and complete something he loves, how will he have the ability to sit and do school work? I hope that over time he does regain the desire to sit and work on something. He is so happy now, maybe it will just take time.
     I am remembering however the time he walked in circles around my table and asked me to put together his Legos. He just couldn't stand the thought of sitting with me to complete them, yet he really wanted to see them put together. Later on medication he would play for hours in his room or with me building and enjoying.
     It is hard for me now, once an advocate of medication for my son. I have to pick out the parts of his behavior that may cause him trouble in the real world. Knowing how he can be makes it worse. Perhaps if we had never tried medication. Or if I had not ever heard him say to me that it is nice to be able to focus and play with his toys, I would not even consider medication again. I know what it is like since I take medication for my own ADD demons. I know how frustrating it can be to have ten different projects started and none complete.
      We see his neurologist again in January, and of course I wanted to parade my son around and show the doctor how perfectly normal he is now. This may not occur. My son likes to make noise, do this strange new dance and can focus about as long as a gnat on crack. I may not impress on this doctor how much my son has changed if he is standing on the table saying, "woooop! Wooop! Wabing wabing!"
Of course I would take that over last time where he was UNDER the table in the fetal position rocking back and forth because a child in the next room was crying.
That was just sad.
     As I have said, I guess I just need to learn who my son is. I have to let the oddities appear and run their course. Maybe he will grow out of these new behaviors. Maybe things will all settle down. I know that his DNA test will be done this week. We will finally know how he processes medication. Perhaps there will be one that he can take and benefit from if that is what we decide. If he is on medication that takes away his lack of concentration but leaves in tact who he is ...well that would be fantastic.