We’ve had Jeffrey re-evaluated for physical therapy. Turns out he is severly delayed at this point. While he did well in some areas, in others (such as gross motor; running, jumping etc.) he falls in the 2nd percentile. Needless to say, he’ll be receiving services. Twice a week for 30 minutes for PT and once a week for 30 minutes for OT. They won’t start until the fall because the school system is weird. Whatever, he’s getting services.
The part that makes me unhappy? Having to listen to the evaluators go down the list of deficiencies on the conference call the other day. I understand that they need to go through everything with us but the Mama Bear in me just really hated to hear the laundry list of things wrong with my child.
I loved EI, I know that the therapists for the school system will be just as good (they’re from the same agencies after all). I just feel like my little guy is perfect and awesome the way he is and it’s difficult to admit that he needs help to catch up with the other kids. I also realize that I am in no way articulating myself well. I’m not upset that he needs services or that he’s getting them.
It’s just hard. I’m not worried that his physical issues will hold him back. He’s a very active child and I don’t doubt that he will overcome the issues that he faces. It’s just that I also know he can’t keep up with the other kids and I dread the day that he begins to realize it. He’s spectacular and I don’t ever want him to think otherwise.