I’m reposting this because I’ve recently had a neuropsych eval done on my son. Despite the news being good, overall, it brought up a whole host of emotions that I didn’t suspect I still had. The eval has helped to piece together some of the things I’d thought were bizarro and is a good road map to helping my son work on some of the things that are hard for him to manage. But I needed to remind myself that he may not be like ‘every kid’ but he’s my kid and what he does, it’s pretty amazing considering the road he traveled to get here ~
Serious Warning (as opposed to my goofy ones): There’s a pretty intense and somewhat scary picture at the end of this post
Let’s face it – I’m not the crafty type. Neither is my kid. It gets a little depressing seeing everyone’s kids’ pictures on Facebook engaged in all sorts of creative past times. It makes me feel inadequate to know that I can’t grow anything but twigs; I don’t scrapbook my child’s life; I’ve never done anything exciting with toilet paper rolls except use them for impromptu bookmarks.
I started off, like most new parents, with the best of intentions. I have a baby book. I wrote some stuff in it (I think). It’s filled with post-it notes that mark the milestones in my child’s life. I desperately hope that’s good enough. I have a billion pictures, however. And we have some videos. But I’m not really into photography…
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