In our continued effort to get all our evaluations updated, the Little Man had a speech therapy evaluation yesterday. Only we didn't finish because after an hour, he started to shut down. So we need to go back. I wasn't counting on it and I should have. It means I need to take another day off work.
On the plus side, he loves "playing" with the speech therapist, so it's not so bad.
I can't help it sometimes, when we're sitting there observing yet another specialist ask him all sorts of questions and testing his knowledge, to feel a little sad for him. Your average three year old just gets to go to the park or daycare and play. No one tests them for hours on end and makes them perform. They just get to play and be themselves. Yet almost weekly, this guy is poked and questioned and observed...and he takes it like a trooper. He doesn't know any other life. For all he knows, all kids have to go through this.
I'll admit I have moments when it just seems like life is unfair. But at the same time, he is so strong and so determined and I am so proud of him. He gets frustrated, but he doesn't give up. He puts up with so much more than a neuro-typical has to and keeps smiling.
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