Today several county and school district employees will come to our house. They will bring forms and files and map out and plan the next year of Joseph's life. They will set goals for him, which we will review one year from now. They will ask me one million questions I have been asked before about his eating, his sleeping, his walking, running, drawing, cutting, folding, stacking, talking. How many words does he say? Can anyone understand them or just you? Can he undress himself? Can he dress himself? Can he balance the checkbook? Can he repair the car?
It drains me. To constantly be evaluating him constant pointing out what he cant do....write that down. Imagine if you had to do that for your child so often or even yourself? Pointing out everything you cant do and then write it down and tell us what you're going to do to be able to perform this task by this time next year and we WILL be back.
He's perfect to me. Just perfect. But he's not. None of us are it's true sometimes by the end of these sessions I want to scoop him out and shoo these evil people out of my house. I don't read the reports until weeks later. I cant. I am aware of what he cant do. I focus on what he can do. My heart leaps with joy with every word he says. I waited so long to hear them. I don't care if he's dropping prepositional phrases.
I think I need another cup of coffee to get thru this day for sure.