My boy has been struggling lately. Within the past 2 months, we have nearly doubled his previous therapy schedule, adding an additional speech and OT session weekly because he needed the extra help. In addition, he has started special education preschool where he goes 5 mornings a week for 3 hours each.
All of this for a 3-year old, but as we are all aware, this is what some of our kids need in order to progress and grow.
I am so excited for the potential – and there is such potential – for additional progress with the increase in his therapy program and the addition of preschool, but as you might imagine, the transition is a nightmare. My boy has been a stimming, disregulated, hot mess, and it is wearing this mommy down. …continue reading
One cannot bear the weight of the world everyday without feeling a bit weak. The storms erode the soil around your roots. You feel the damage, but you still hold the world. You do so until the damage is too great, and finally you fall. There you lay, waiting for someone – anyone – to pick you up, build up the soil beneath you, and get you firmly planted again.
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The screams have lasted ever since school. He was shaking, crying, and clearly needing something…but what my sweet baby, what is it you need?
The changes…it’s the ever-coming changes. They hit my boy from all sides. They leave him reeling. It’s that school has started and they are still trying to figure out how to reach my boy. It’s the demands on him. It’s all of it. It’s created a speed bump – a hurdle, if you will – that feels to me like a mountain.
And I don’t usually feel like that. That day, however, I did. I felt vulnerable and like I would break. I felt like I had to hold it together for my boy, but when he was out of my sight, the walls came shattering down. There was no protection; just me having to face the thing I hate to face the most – myself and my emotions. …continue reading
