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on March 13, 2014

You know you’re doing something right when your two-year-old gets kicked out of childcare twice in one weekend.  Kicked out is a bit of an exaggeration, but that’s how it felt.  At MOPS on Friday he wasn’t officially kicked out, it was more of when I passed the door to his room to pick up the other kids they started chasing me down with his stuff and walked him out to me before I actually went to pick him up.  And at church the next night he was getting a little too “rambunctious”, as in throwing toys and chasing a little girl around trying to take off the Home Depot apron she was wearing.  So his number went up on the screen and he spend the rest of the service in Brandon’s lap in “big church.”  It’s a little bit due to the fact that he’s two, and a little bit due to the fact that he’s a boy, but I’m learning that it has a bit more to do with our recent realization that he has some learning delays.

We had him tested for speech in February, since his main form of communication is either adorable giggles or huge tantrums.  He did great during the testing; unless the adults in the room asked him to do something specific.  He would politely decline and then go do whatever he wanted instead.  We have been through speech therapy with Katie before, so the process was familiar, only this time they wanted to add more support than just speech and they immediately approved him for preschool, probably for the next two years.  And along with the goals of pronouncing consonants at the ends of words, he has goals surrounding participating in adult led activities.  And one of the wonderful young ladies who is coming to the house to do therapy with him is testing him for sensory issues.  And as glad as I am that someone else can see that Shawn needs a little help; I am also heartbroken.  With Katie is seemed so easy to teach her to talk, once the switch was flipped the floodgates opened and that girl talks constantly.  (No really, from sun up to sun down, people.  About ANYTHING.  Today in the span of a couple minutes she really said, “People have faces.  And Dora is a princess.  And there were ten stickers.  How many is ten?  These are cars.  We have this toy too!”)  But with Shawn I can see that the journey will be harder and longer.  Because we aren’t just teaching him to speak, we’re teaching him how to transition, and take turns and coexist easily with the other people in his life, but it’s going to be harder for him then it is for us.  And I am so afraid that people will only see that side of him.  The side that struggles.  Without seeing the other side, the one that we see.  The side that loves to tickle fight, or help with laundry, or dance, or give hugs when his sister is crying, or whisper “I love you.”  Because I know that that is the real Shawn.  The little boy that has stolen my heart, he’s the one that I hope and pray everyone will get to see.  And so I embrace his goals and his therapy and look forward to the day that everyone will see him like we do, like this:IMG_0842


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