Thursday, November 7, 2013

Learning Lessons of Living

Yesterday, we had my son's occupational therapist come visit us at our house. It was an excellent afternoon. We sung songs, played with trains, and talked. She and I talked so much my throat was dry and kinda hurt.

It was good to ask questions and get relevant answers. It was good to hear how well Buddy's been doing at school. It was good to know we seem to be on the right track in what we have been working on!

But...

I've found every time we've met with a professional who has insight about the diverse world of non-neurotypical kids, it's just like they are wiping just one more layer of mud off of a filthy pane of glass. We can see more clearly through it, but there still needs to be more and more and more wiping before we have the whole or clear picture.

I always find the insight to be helpful and encouraging. The questions the doctors or therapists or whomever ask can be hard to answer, as they can reveal how deeply ingrained some of the tendencies or even maladaptive behaviours are. They may be hard, but my goodness, they are helpful. Because they can see patterns and have a greater understanding of brain chemistry and physiology, these tremendous people can help put some of my fears for my son's future in a better perspective.

Yesterday, we had another lesson in humility and hopefulness. It was wonderful, and I feel ready to implement the next step or two.

XO,
J

soli deo gloria


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