I have been sitting on some stuff for a few days. I needed to process it and see how it felt in my head before I finally watched the words rush out onto the screen. Somehow releasing into the world makes them more real. No take backs.
I found myself needing to revisit a choice that I knew I would need to revisit, only I didn’t quite realize I would be looking at it so soon. And yet, here I am, and it isn’t really a choice. Not at all. It’s an obvious answer. But it’s still hard. But not really.
I haven’t been talking much about W’s evaluation process for early intervention. I thought I would be REALLY chatty about it, but I think after the eval I was waiting to see what happened next. It was incredibly amazing to be in a room and watch my son experience testing. I loved watching how his mind worked, loved watching him be clever and unique. I also was hyper aware of the moments where he would do something and there would be a pause for swift note writing by the team evaluating him.
Oh. So they saw him do that too.
The entire process lasted several hours and it was exhausting. Several times I felt like I was breaking a confidence between myself and my child by saying to a therapist, “well, this is how he reacts when…” I have my wonderful and delightfully quirky W. The concern has been: are there some behaviors or issues that may prevent him or delay him from learning?
Initially the concern was speech driven. Articulation was the biggest question mark. W was a late talker and it was a while before strangers could understand him. Now we understand he has TONS of words, amazing words, and fantastic comprehension, and sentence structure, but when he gets excited he becomes inarticulate. He gets excited a lot. It was a relief to learn some tools to help him slow down. We have a very, very, very long way to go with this. He does not qualify for speech therapy.
The puzzles and math part of testing were his favorite. The woman giving the evaluation observed immediately W enjoyed selecting the wrong answer so he could prolong a game and so he could see all of the outcomes. She was able to get him to solve the puzzle or answer questions first and then invited him to find out what happened if wrong answers were selected. By testing him this way she was able to see that he was incredibly bright and well above his age level in this area.
There were other elements of testing W did well on, or I should say, there were no concerns raised.
The concerns are mostly around fine motor and emotions. W qualified for early intervention for help in several goals. These goals will help him hold objects in his hands better, help him with pre writing and writing, they will help him find ways to express emotions when he is so upset that words are not happening for him.
I think W will do SO WELL with this. He is excited, I am excited, and his teachers are excited. That is a recipe for good stuff.
What all of this means for us as a family though is we have to move in less than a year. We knew we would need to move by the time W was in 1st or 2nd grade but now we have to move before W starts kindergarten. We have to move so W can continue to get help. Early intervention is an ongoing process. He may need assistance for many years. I want to make sure we are in a school district set up for him and sadly where we live is not.
This is what I was talking about earlier, that obvious choice? Well OBVIOUSLY we will be moving. What makes it not easy seems absolutely absurd to even bring up, but moving means an even bigger delay in that last FET. Or maybe it doesn’t. But it certainly feels like I need to put the breaks on that until we have moved. Not that I am standing in line and waiting to walk in to the clinic or anything either. I still have a health goal to reach before I make that call. But I was planning on being able to make that call at the end of this year. Now? Probably not.
Saying all of that sounds so incredibly OBNOXIOUS. My number 1 priority in the world is W. So the idea I would put some mythical fairy being in front of him is silly. I wouldn’t do it. But there’s a touch of dandelion seed in the wind moment as I am watching it float away. For now.
I am so thrilled to see what early intervention can do for W. I feel lucky that he has been enrolled in a preschool program that has watched him grow and been able to notice when we needed to get help. Having a team of people so completely invested in the success of my kid is powerful stuff. W will begin working on his goals in June.