Last week was frustrating.
I took Eli to the eye doctor on Thursday. We waited for an hour to see her. She was in the room with him for 5 minutes. He looks fine to me. Don’t worry if his eyes turn when his glasses are off. This is not a concern. If we need to in the future we can give him a bifocal…
I was furious at her lack of response. I was prepared for his eyes to be dilated so that she could take a look at what’s wrong. She rapidly checked him and said he was fine.
Yes, she’s the professional. But, take a little more time than that to hear me out on what we have been seeing at home, hear what our concerns are.
I had a discussion with Eli’s OT today. She recommended a neuro-optometrist to look at him more closely. She has seen some concerns in her testing and wonders about the eye turning too. So, we will be calling tomorrow to make that appointment.
We met with the school today to discuss Eli’s ETR (evaluation team report). All of his testing is complete. All of the results were ready to be given.
The OT mentioned his strengths. She then discussed his concerns. She wants to add theraputty into his daily routine. She wants to add a weighted vest into his walks during the day. She has some fantastic ideas for his fine motor development.
His teacher spoke next. None of what she had to say was news. She showed us his writing journal for March. The difficulties he had were obvious.
The school psychologist who’d never met him before finally met him. And, she finally saw the concerns we were talking about. She shared her results. He scored in the superior range for his verbal and math skills. Not a surprise to us or anyone who knows him. Concerns were noted in spatial activities. Again, no surprise. Overall above average in cognitive development. Yep, that’s our Eli.
The speech therapist finished by discussing the social concerns and the pragmatic language concerns. There were so many attributes in this area that we have come to accept as part of him. We both forgot to think about how this all affects him. It was a good reminder of the patience we need to have with him.
In the end he qualified. He is eligible for an IEP. He will receive services for all of the reasons listed in the ETR from preschool that, amazingly, weren’t enough to qualify him then. Wow, I’m working hard on letting that go…
My very amazing, very spectacular little boy will finally get all of the services and supports that he will need to help him advance and reach his true potential. And when he’s there, watch out world!
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
by the incomparable Dr. Seuss
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)