Comprehensive Evaluation Part 2

The past: Sweetheart and I met with the psychologist, the speech therapist and the occupational therapist that did Little Handsome's evaluations. I don't want to gloss over or hurry through this moment. It was weird. You know those moments when you can't explain why you react the way you do, but know it can only be God? Strangely, my prayer that day wasn't for Little Handsome. In my heart, I already knew the results and He prepared me for that. God just wanted me to glorify Him during that meeting. To show Him to the one's giving us the results. Weird.
I left there feeling blessed and taken care of, scared and exhilarated. So boom. We've got a kiddo with autism.

First thing I did was call his school and set up a meeting with the director later that day because all of the kiddos were taken care of. GOD BLEW MY MIND DURING THAT MEETING. My purpose was to talk to the director about how they handle special needs kids (it's a private preschool) and to seek out what teacher might be a good fit for Little Handsome next year as registration was coming up one week later (God is so good).

You know what my Savior did? Before I even called that morning, the director spoke to Little Handsome's current teacher to see what teacher might be a good fit for him next year. Lets just let that sink in...I had never even spoken to the director before.

He walks before us. The Lord will give you meager bread and water during oppression, but your Teacher will not hide Himself any longer. Your eyes will see your Teacher, and whenever you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear this command behind you: “This is the way. Walk in it.” (Isaiah 30:20, 21 HCSB)

Thus began the next chapter, the newest adventure. I don't always feel secure ...there are so many decisions you have to make. You have to fight. Be your kid's advocate. Be tireless and relentless in finding therapy all while having no idea what you're doing. Sometimes I feel like I was born for this. Sometimes you'll find me crying in my minivan or at the kitchen table.
All I have in You is more than enough.

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What's in a Name?

Ahhhhh, Starbucks and Gilmore Girls. I have exactly one hour by myself today while the eldest crazies are at school and Schmoopy is napping.

Perhaps you were wondering why in the world I named this blog what I did. Maybe you are even kind of offended. When I first started thinking about a blog again, this is the first name that came into my head. That speaks volumes of my sense of humor - and maybe The Lord's. I tried it out on my mom and she was like, "oh yeah. Funny, like if you don't laugh sometimes you"ll cry." So noble that woman. That is certainly one way you can take it, but, nope. I mean sometimes its just funny. Sometimes what Little Handsome does is just classicly quirky and slightly unusual and makes me laugh out loud.

Back to the name of the blog. The day after we got our diagnosis, I took Little Handsome with me to grocery shop while Sweetheart had the other two. Afterwards we stopped at Dairy Queen (very developed palettes, have we). Little Handsome chose one of the tall bar tables to sit at. We're just hanging out and BOOM, Handsome just completely falls out of his chair and onto the floor. Now I know my mom instincts should not have been to bust out laughing as I oh-so-compassionately helped him up while the world watched (it was half price day), but that's what happened. I did manage to stop myself from yelling, "don't worry! He's autistic." And for that I am pretty proud.

Yes, he was fine, but I will forever remember that incident as a defining moment in changing the way I view some things that Little Handsome does. And also how I don't want to be the mom that shouts out "he's autistic!" every time he does something out of the ordinary.

Because, y'all, my kid is extraordinary.

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