Thursday, September 30, 2010
Could I Have Another One
I always get some good news with some bad news-they always go hand in hand. After a very uplifting IEP review for Olivia, it seems my son is struggling more and more these days. I am getting an email or phone call from his school on a daily basis and I am trying to figure out what is going on? He's always been an extremely sensitive child and had developmental delays as well. He seemed to come out of it, but the behavior has always been a concern. He's the sweetest most sensitive child you'd ever want to meet and he is very smart as well. CJ can probably recite the whole bible to you and enjoys nothing more than reading. The only problem is he breaks down about EVERYTHING. If most kids lost a crayon you could simply give them another one. CJ would think the world had ended. I was hoping initially that maybe it was just because we moved and he was still needing time to adjust, but more recently it seems like there is something severely wrong again. It was strongly suggested that I have him evaluated for being on the spectrum as well. I've always noticed that CJ was a little different, but when you have a child as significant of a degree of autism that Olivia has, CJ seems like a genius. I've been feeling very guilty lately and thinking is the problem that I've been so wrapped up in making sure I am doing everything that I can for Olivia that I've let CJ slip to more into the cracks, but the truth of the matter is, I've definitely been feeling more like I've sacrificed what's best for one child for the other. I always figured that CJ would be alright wherever we moved, but maybe it's finally got to him. I have set up appointments for him to go get evaluated again and to talk to a counselor. I am also making it more of a point to make sure he gets the one on one time he needs and deserves. One of these days I will have time for myself. It is truly rewarding being a parent. It is also the hardest job there is. I didn't realize when I had my first kid at 22 years old that I was no longer important. That day my kids became everything.
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