I was waiting for you and your son to walk past my car so I could pull out and take Little Bird to the bookstore. She was really good at her second session of OT of the day, after a long day at school. A visit to the bookstore is usually her reward (she's a little
In about a minute and a half, we covered the basics: how old is yours? what school? what trouble have you run into with the public schools? Are you okay? I gave you my card, told you I write a little bit about the experience of being Little Bird's mom. You told me that you will definitely visit my blog, and that you cry a lot.
I know. Me, too. We are in it together.
By the way, I'm Dani. It was really nice to meet you. I'm sorry you've been tapped to walk this path, but you don't have to walk it alone. I'm here. There are a lot of us here. We're actually pretty cool, and we seem to still be able to have a good time now and then.
Hope I see you again next week at the ol' therapy center that's become a home away from home for us for the past four years. I'll be there. Same time, same place, same Little Bird.