The PT story

I hate that I get the feeling something might not be quite right with my son. It's like I can see it, but now one else can. So a couple months back, I asked for a PT assessment from the school. I was able to get a doctor's note to order it. But initially the Therapist only observed it, she was disinclined to conduct the Assessment. This made me a bit angry. So I bawlked, and she did it.
A month later, we got the results. On and on she went in her email about how Christopher was able to keep up with the kids. She even went so far to say that he lagged behind in lines because he wanted to, not because he couldn't keep up. In October we took a couple field trips. First we walked to the Fire Station, and Chris was crying by the time we got home because he wanted me to carry him, and I can't. He wanted to stop and rest, and we couldn't. That's not him, he's not whiney, particularly in front of his friends. His teacher suggested putting him in a wagon for the trip to the library, but when it came time, there was no wagon. He did fine again, until we were halfway back to the school. One of his little friends stopped to give him a hug. He really has enchanted those girls.
Anyway, the therapist, didn't think he qualified. But she made a typo on her sheet, saying he did. I went into the meeting thinking (well hoping) she'd seen reason. Nope. They said that his delays are minor enough that they don't interfere with his schooling. I said, you watch, right now it's minor, but leave it neglected and we'll end up here again next year. Just like when they graduated him from developmental preschool too early.
But they don't listen to me. I was mad, sad, etc.

We had Chris in gymnastics class last year, and it did wonders for him, so we discussed at great length doing something like that similar for this coming semester, but our finances are settling down somewhat, still uncertain, and it is so expensive. And we hadn't been able to do anything.
Well, my sister came through. She had a great idea. For Christmas she is giving Christopher a Dance Class. She and my Mom bought Chris his shoes for his ballet/tap class. I'm so excited, I used to do ballet, and it's quite obvious from anyone who has spent more than 10 minutes with Chris, he's got feet for dancing, he can't stay still.

So when he opened these shoes for Christmas, classy black ballet slippers and tap shoes, I was so excited.



He was confused.



Oh is he going to have So Much Fun!