Dear CDA's
You are the most recent part of the alphabet we've met since travelling in our new reality and I feel like I owe you an apology.
I never like to be one who overstays my welcome (honest, my anxiety issues actually have me understay my welcome unless I really trust you) but last week I found myself staying for well over an hour at the drop-in while you played with my oldest.
I realize that the two families after us had cancelled. Instead of dealing with us you could have been chatting, catching up on backlogged work, or maybe even sneaking in some Facebook because, hey, we're all human.
But, you took the time.
You let this weary Mama sit for an hour and play with my baby. You let me prattle on aimlessly about my sons. You let me talk about things we've tried, things we've learned, and things we're stilling grasping to find solutions for. You let me watch while you "reinforced strategies."
The most important thing, though, you made my son the center of your world for an hour, you played with him so enthusiastically that he absolutely cackled with laughter for the first time in that office. You made him smile as he worked on skills well we got to relax as a family and not stress where the line is drawn between therapy and play. You let my little boy be a little boy while I was allowed the gift of watching, knowing you were just as familiar and comfortable with any behaviours as we could be.
For an hour you gave us the gift of a reprieve, a chance to be a family in the whirlwind, eating pizza and laughing about nothing and everything.
Thank you,
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