Finally you are starting to emerge from the chaos. When I say, you... I mean, YOU. It must be difficult to live in a world of visual and auditory distraction. To not be able to organize your own thoughts or to be in time out every thirty minutes because you can't control your impulses. Finally, you are starting to slow down.
At first I thought that maybe it was just a phase, but now I'm starting to feel like maybe it's going to stick around. Maybe the intensive therapy is starting to pay off already. It's been four days in a row and you've been in trouble less and coherent more. There is no hope like the hope of a Parent. This is something I know for sure.
When we started the therapy they said that we'd see changes in as little as six weeks. I had heard from other moms that major changes could come about in two weeks. In two weeks, you had gone the other direction, getting worse, before you were getting better, something that was quite hellish, when you add in the stress of continual therapy.
Because we've had no one to talk to, save the friends of friends that have Sensory kids and have been kind enough to spare me a few minutes on the phone to listen to me, I and another Mother with a Sensory kid have decided to head up the Sensory Support Group in Charlotte. We are trying to get it started through the SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) Foundation and have a long road ahead of us. We are dabbling in the Foundation to see how it goes, but it's entirely possible that we'll end up starting something of our own. I guess one child's misfortune can be another child's salvation. I hope we can help some people.
Aside from the daily excitement of therapy we've not been doing much this summer. You've honed your obsession with building contraptions, using anything available and various rolls of tape or blankets. I sometimes wonder if you were Macguyver in a past life. By the time you read this entry, Macguyver will be one of those pop culture references that you don't know. It will be a word that's as unfamiliar as album, cassette or cash. Google it babe. I'll bet that's something that's still around.
I've divided the remaining weeks of the Summer into theme weeks. This sounds much more June Cleaver, (another name for you to Google) than it is. Basically, I get so paralysed by my analysis of what to do each day, we sometimes end up doing nothing because the things to pick from are just too overwhelming. So, this week. Indian Week. Next week is Pirate week and so on. It's easy for me to think of an Indian related (or Native Americans as the nice lady at the library with a dot on her forehead reminded me) craft or project to do. You are so crazy into this. I should have thought of it sooner. Really, it's quite genius. Each week will end on a Saturday and we'll have some sort of Grand Finale. I'm not sure what the Indian week finale is going to be... but you'd best be glad that you're not 16 or we'd be out back building a sweat lodge. I wonder if the neighborhood association as a rule against those?
I love you more than ever.
Mommy
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