This is ours

“Lil Girl” they say as they call her back to the room.

I’ve been here before, I know how this goes

“Mom what concerns do you have?”

God I wish I could say none and why are we here

“She doesn’t speak much and when she does you really can’t understand her unless you are fluent in Lil Girl”

That’s right, hide your fears behind humor. You are so good at it.

“We are going to look at some key areas of development, language, and articulation”

“Lil girl how old are you?”

Please respond. Say anything, even if it isn’t your age. Please don’t sit there and smile at them

“Lil girl are you 1? ::shakes head yes and smiles:: “are you two?” ::shakes head yes and smiles:: “are you five?” ::shakes head yes and smiles::

YOU ARE THREE!!! DAMN IT WHY CAN’T YOU SAY YOU ARE THREE????

They keep making their notes, they keep trying to get something from her.

“Lil girl what is this?::  points to a picture of a spoon. “oo” “can you say spoon?” “oo”

“what is this?” ::picture of an umbrella:: “lella” “What do you do with the UMBRELLA?” ::flapping:: silence:: the question is repeated “ol tot site”  ::still flapping::

OH MY GOD!!! She just answered in a sentence. She spoke in a sentence. I’m shocked. 

“Mommy, we need her to see the developmental psychologist and have a more in depth evaluation on her language and speech”

DAMN IT!!! I wanted to be imagining all of this. I wanted to be seeing things that weren’t there. FUCK!

“We have some forms for you and the preschool to fill out.” They are talking, but I can’t hear the words. They don’t make sense anymore.

Seriously … again?!? I DON’T WANT THIS AGAIN. I CAN’T DO THIS AGAIN

The teacher forms aren’t much better. They were given back today.

“Lil girl doesn’t talk much. She doesn’t like to play with anyone and she gets upset if other children come to her”

Don’t cry mom, hold it together. You are stronger than this. Just keep reading

“She understands simple directions, like put it here, but most of the time when you ask her a question she just smiles”

Screw it! I can’t be strong any longer. I’m done, finished, I’m at my limit.  I let the tears roll down my face in silence. I cry because I was right all along. I know this is not the end, rather the beginning. I know that she follows in the footsteps of mommy and brother, and most likely daddy. I know that no matter what this challenging life throws at us, THIS JOURNEY IS OURS AND IT WILL NOT BREAK US!

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2 thoughts on “This is ours

  1. I can relate to every word in this post. Wow. My son just turned 3 and is very delayed in a lot of areas. Most significantly he has no words yet. I am just the preschool journey and it’s freaking terrifying. And evaluations suck the life out of me. Glad I found your blog!

    • Glad you are here. The evaluations are always hard. It’s never easy to hear out loud from a professional what your child can’t do. IEP meetings are harder than evaluations, we have two of those coming up in May. Thanks for following our journey.

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