When we started with Early Intervention, Logan was barely walking and talking (he was almost 2). Remember this?
And now, here's our guy, kicking butt and taking names, progressing beyond my wildest initial dreams. I remember telling our first OT, " I just want to know what he needs, when he cries. If that can happen, we'll be fine!"
Our therapists for Logan through EI have become like family. We text each other, we email, and we share new things we have read. It squeezes my heart to lose Jessica and Kimber, two women who have brightened our lives and given us so many tools to help Logan. They helped us discover the mischivious little monsterlette hiding inside the silent, non-seeking baby we knew last year. For this, there are no words, gifts, or actions that are adequate enough to express our love and appreciation.
But, part of this whole process is about moving on, something I am becoming more comfortable with by the day. These women have gently taught this over protective monster momma that not all change is bad. Thank you, from the bottom of my over protective, helicopter mom heart. There is no such thing as too many people to love my monsters.