new day.

I wasn't prepared for this big step. I thought I'd have at least another 2 years before pre-school. But my Henry boy has never been big on talking. And even though I can understand him, most people can not. Scott and I were growing increasingly more concerned. And frustrated. And Henry? Very frustrated. How hard to understand and know, but not be able to communicate. After both my nephew and a new buddy all were accepted into a speech program, and knowing that Henry's communication skills were close to the same level as both of them, I made the call. The call that I kept putting off. The call that I thought I wouldn't have to make. And you know what? It was easy. The the paperwork came in the mail. The procrastinator in me didn't even read it. I still didn't believe the ball I threw was going to keep rolling. But then the assessment day came. A teacher, and social worker, and a nurse came to my house. I was nervous. Intimidated. I introduced myself as their name and not mine. (doi) But they were warm. Encouraging. Understanding. And most importantly, they want Henry to have help as much as I do.

But last night I was nervous again. Intimidated. Freaked out.

Leave my 2 year old? In the care of others? Not the nice nursery workers at church that I know and trust, but strangers? What if he freaks out? Will he be okay when I drop him off? What do I pack in his snack? What does he wear? I picked his new shirt from his auntie Stacia cause it had his name on it. His favorite shoes have a hole in the toe but I didn't have time to get him a new pair. What do I wear? (Yeah, I know, I'm a dork).



We got there in plenty of time. I really wanted someone to hold my hand. Henry, not so much. His teacher was nice and friendly. They had a frog name tag for him. Oversized bugs hung from the ceiling and the walls were bright with flowers and tree. There were toys. The teacher informed me they're working on "Spring" right now. Focusing on colors and animals and such.







And then I had to walk away.

Goodbye kisses and hand squeeze from brother.


Ben and I distracted ourselves in the fabric store again. Then killed time in the parking lot filling out emergency forms. This was like real school stuff.

And he was great. I had hoped he would be excited to see me. But he was so ready for a nap that he was cranky. But he politely said bye-byes to his teacher and the aids and off we went.

A big new step for our little family, but most importantly for our little boy.

I am so so proud of him.