Sometimes, when I feel like I am at the end of my rope, when I feel like I’ve fallen into a sand-trap and the sand is dumping in on me and I can’t breathe and feel like hope is draining from my soul, sometimes someone says something that pulls me back out and reassures me that “it” is all worth it.
Today when I was picking up Tate from school, and as I was chasing Cole down the access ramp, yet again, I bumped into, quite literally, Tate’s school psychologist. We exchanged hello’s and she said that she just had to tell me how Tate’s progress is amazing. She observed his classroom and was impressed with his progress and his improvements in behavior. He was focused, participating, and writing the letter of the week neatly and appropriately. I thanked her. She said “he’s like a different kid”.
I was so proud. My heart started to try to burst out of my chest. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I thanked her for noticing…and said how much he has changed, has grown. She said we have every right to be proud…and then she said it…the phrase that put me over the edge…”he’s doing this because you guys are providing him with all of the right tools.”
Music to a special-needs mom’s ears. Someone noticed. All of those trips back and forth in the car to OT, PT, Speech. All of those hours he spends working with the ABA therapists….the tears, the challenges, the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the facilitated play time, the countless games of Candyland, the numerous lessons within lessons that we impart on our child…it is worth it.
I thanked her, smiled, and chased my 2 little monkeys to the car with tears glistening in my eyes. That beautiful boy…he’s gonna be ok. I know it. Sometimes I just need a reminder…