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This Is the Birthday That Never Ends

So Long & Thanks For All the Fish

I used to wonder when we'd be "done." After the speech therapy? Occupational therapy? After the mock preschools, special preschools, summer camps, kindergarten or...? 

I don't even know what I thought "done" meant. No more therapy? No more IEP? A final ruling out of SPD, PDD, ASD, ADHD, AFLACDIAFOMGBBQ? A child with no label? A child who is "cured" and "easy" and "totally predictable" and "not such a quirky little amped-to-11 question mark?" 

Obviously, duh. Bless my precious little heart, I just wasn't that bright. Noah is who he is, he will always be who he is, and we will always — ALWAYS — do everything we can help him be the best Noah he can be. You know, like we do for all of our children. (It's not like non-SN kids simply raise themselves with a little help from a pack of neighborhood dogs, after all.) There is no "done," really. 

But we are done with occupational therapy. His therapist is moving on to a new job, after all. We're not transitioning him to someone new, because really, it's time. It's a good stopping point, and he's ready. His final session was yesterday, full of hugs and high fives, Chipotle gift cards and a book Noah wrote for Ms. M__ called The OT Teacher From the Black Lagoon

I also used to think that when we were "done," I'd spike a football and celebrate. No more driving! No more waiting rooms! No more insurance hassles and bills and appeals! Look at my kid and how far he's come and how awesome he is! Party on Thursday afternoons! BOOYAH, BITCHES. WE'RE OUT.

Instead, as we walked through the lobby and back to our car for the last time, I felt a terrible pang. This place, these people, this weekly ritual. So profoundly important to us for all these years, and now?  Done.

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Done. Whoa.

And in the end, it was mostly...momentously unmomentous. Discharge report will go in the mail, okay, goodbye. Goodbye receptionist, goodbye other waiting room parents, therapists, evaluators, random employees who still know all of our names and remember when Ezra was only a baby and Ike didn't exist and oh right, when Noah didn't even really talk. For all these people, it was just an awkward wave and a...yeah, this is it, we're done. See ya around but probably not, I guess.

But also: Look at my kid. Just look at how far he's come and how awesome he is.

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So thank you. To all of you, from all of us. 


Lisa @ Lisa the Vegetarian

Wow, that's really great news. It may have been a very long, very gradual process, but it is a momentous occasion. Congratulations to you and Noah and I wish him the best moving forward. I've been reading about his journey since the beginning on this blog!

FreeRange Pamela

This is kind of pathetic but, after our eldest (now in 2nd grade) was taken out of special ed, I thought I was done. I was so relieved. And, now, #2 boy is showing signs of SPD and we're planning to get him evaluated. I'm even re-reading "The Out Of Sync Child" -- and he's 4. I thought we were really done. Oh, well... you do what you've gotta do, as you well know. Congrats to you and Noah!

Mom in Two Cultures

Even though I know it's "just their jobs" to work with us, the therapists have become such a big part of our lives--helping Sky but also helping me feel grounded, convincing me that everything won't just shake loose at any moment and send me hurtling out into deep space. I wonder if they know they do that for parents? I hope so.


He is the awesomest.


As someone who does early intervention, these posts always make me tear up- when a kid leaves/ages out of my caseload it's hard on me as a provider too. Thank you, Amy, and the parents like you who make my job worth it. :)

FreeRange Pamela

Oh, and P.S. I always cry in such circumstances. Every time we leave a preschool, a teacher, a provider, a sensory gym, etc. Those folks really become a part of our lives and help me in loving and parenting my boys.


Quit making me cry already! What a beautiful story. What a great kid. Good job you guys. You guys rock.


This is very much how I felt when my son graduated from his spiffy university preschool and moved onto kindergarten. He was my first and it was such a tremendous place of growth and safety and I felt like a baby bird flying from the nest and GAH! My son was excited, the teachers were like "yeah, see you around" and I was a hot mess. Since then, he's been at two new schools and my daughter goes to a different preschool and meh- we're okay. So proud of Noah and LOVE the little Jay minifigure he's sporting in the pic. Jay's our favorite. ;)

nicolette @ momnivore's dilemma

I dream of the day I schlep the boy to baseball practice, rather than "ther-a-PAY"...

When I don't have an ABA team in my house...

When I cringe from bills in the mail...

If I were in town, I'd bring you a bottle of wine. In fact, you should get a keg...

CELEBRATE! Go, Noah! You were the first kid that when I google speech delay 5 years ago, that I "met" thru the internets...

Your story gives me hope. Hope that one day, I won't be living in my car driving to therapy...


I am so proud of you guys! I am sort of a blog lurker and don't comment often, but I can't believe how far you've come! Go Noah!!


Awe. Some. You rock on with your bad self Noah.


I don't comment a lot, but this post brought tears to my eyes. Noah is so much like my Matthew, and so often I can relate (Matt is 8.5, and I often think that was last year for us - in a nice way).
Anyway. I so get this. It's momentous, yet good.
We call all of Matt's doctors his "circle of care" (not my term) and as we change direction it changes. But, every so often it hurts. We stopped seeing Matt's therapist last year when we hit a major milestone (no more soother! I know. Age 7. It was huge). And, as awesome as that was, we all miss that therapist. It's all so bittersweet, but awesome at the same time.


Love the Hitchhicker's reference!


Ah...look at that sweet boy. He was ALWAYS awesome.


I've never commented before, but had to for this - Congratulations to Noah! I know that feeling you're talking about, the wondering when will we be 'done'. My son just turned five. He has apraxia of speech and SPD. After almost 3 years we will be 'done' with Speech Therapy at the end of October. And while I completely agree with his therapist, I don't think I ever really believed we'd get to this point. We will, however, be continuing OT, so big 'goodbye' or total change to routine. Though we are planning a "End of Speech Therapy" party!

Rebecca @ Sink Or Swim

Awesome, I've been reading you for YEARS (ever since I lived in NoVa and hoped we would accidentally run into each other and become BFF's) and it's amazing how far Noah has come!


way to go!
keep up the awesome progress.
so glad you found a great place for y'all.

woo hoo noah!


Yay for something being done!


Congrats on this graduation and good luck with whatever's next!

Better Living Through Chaos

Isn't it weird how you miss the stuff you didn't really like doing? Like, in my case, feeding the baby in the middle of the night? Or singing twelve rounds of "Coming Round the Mountain" when you're stuck in traffic? Time passing is always sad, even when it's also sweet.


Well, done, Noah, Mr. Awesome of Awesome Hall.

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm just sayin'...


It always is and always will be a very bittersweet moment in life when your child moves on from a care provider.
I remember being so sad, when my lad stopped needing oxygen over night, I didn't really sleep for weeks, because I hadn't believed the nurse and just looked at him while he slept to make sure he was still breathing on his own.
This is the first of many, and each time it will be bittersweet and slightly easier. Onwards and Upwards Noah.

Lynda M O

Congratulations and may the next adventure be as fun and fulfilling as this one was. He's a cute kid-wanna sell him !~!


Congrats to Noah for becoming more of the wonderful little boy he is...and trust that the anti-climax will not be the downfall of things, just the start of a new beginning. A good beginning.


Change is good. He's ready, you're ready. Noah's gonna rock this shit because of everything you've gone through/done/will continue to do for him. Drop the mic already.


I've heard SO many amazing things about TLC. My friend works in the marketing department at TLC. I'm so glad that Noah benefitted so much from what they had to offer. Early intervention is so key for child development.

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