14 July 2001
|Since Thursday Dan and I have felt this incredible sense of relief. Not only did we get everything we needed for Damian (except the two hours of Heidi time, but I do think the insurance company will okay that), we got more. He will have twenty hours of Floor Time therapy, and we dont have to do a single bit of it.
Its not like well suddenly drop that way of thinking, pushing him to interact more, to respond and then respond again: "Damian, whats this?" "Red." "Red what?" "Red gummy bear." "Thats what it is, thats right. I forgot. Thanks for letting me know. Im really hungry, I think Ill eat it." "I want gummy bear!" "Oh, you want it? Hmm, okay, I guess you can have it, then. Which hand is it in? Yup, there it is. Good for you, kid. Enjoy your gummy bear."
Its a way of life. But now we dont have to also be thinking every time we sit down to play with him (or get up and run around) about whether were introducing enough symbolic play and if he's expanding on our overtures, and if not, how can we entice him to, and oh, he just dropped the horse and picked up the car, how do I connect the two toys? Its hard work, Floor Time, at least it is if you do it right. Weve gotten burned out. But since the IEP meeting, thats changed. Were having more fun playing with Damian because we know were not the be-all and end-all, the alpha and omega of his therapy. His progress doesnt depend on whether we do a Good Job. We can let go of all that stuff floating around in our heads and just have fun with our child.
Ironically, amusingly, miraculously, were probably doing more pure Floor Time with him now as a result. Were certainly closing more circles of communication and in more lively, interesting ways. But we dont have to. We can enjoy our sweet boy. And thats the beauty of it. The IEP folk gave us a true gift.
copyright 2001 Tamar