This morning, we had our oldest son, Luke, evaluated by our local Early Intervention program. Three nice ladies came by and tested him on a variety of skills, from fine/gross motor skills to speech and social skills. As we guessed, he passed all areas of development with flying colors, except language. And even in that category, he was age-appropriate for receptive language...meaning, he understands about 99% of what you tell him. However, he is lagging at least 6 months behind his peers in his expressive language...meaning, he can't really talk to you about what he wants, what he sees, or what he is frustrated about.
This is not unexpected news for us, but it is still sobering. While today was mainly focused on getting him evaluated, we won't really know what it will take to help him catch up until we start the weekly therapy sessions. I don't think this is going to be a huge deal in the grand scheme of Luke's life, but in the small picture of our day to day life, it is definitely a big deal in the here and now.
There are days when I feel I finally have a handle on what it means to be a mother of two kids. It's exhausting; demanding great patience, creativity, and humor. I know this now, and most days that is enough to help fuel me from breakfast to bed time.
But learning that both my children will be in weekly therapy?
Sometimes, I just wish we could catch a break.