Finding Joy

I still get a lump in my throat when I remember our assessment interview with the local early intervention program.

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“What word would you say defines your son’s day?”

The whole office and the four therapists sitting in front of me blurred for a moment.

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“Frustration” I croaked. “He is frustrated.”

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They wanted to diagnose him with heavy words. They wanted to place him in a state run preschool for special needs. Schools that are underfunded and understaffed, filled with children that are not getting the attention they need and deserve.

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He was frustrated. He was limited to only a few words.

In the mornings he would often dig his fingers into my shoulders and arms, desperate for some kind of pressure relief.

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I made a decision.

A bold decision.

A terrifying decision.

The right decision for our family.

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I ignored the grim expectations and moved forward with our EI therapist and “A Year of Playing Skillfully” a beautiful play-based curriculum.

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We are three months into AYoPS.

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Ask me what word defines his day?

Go ahead, ask me!!!

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Joy.

The word is Joy.

Hallelujah! The word is JOY.

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Joy & PLAY & more JOY. That is the focus this year as he gains his freedom from the frustration that ensnared him before.

Thankful does not seem like a big enough word. Thankfull? Thanksoaked? Thankwhelmed? One of those. It overflows.

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