Welcome to Holland

 It was a Monday, one of those days where you sit down around 3pm and say to yourself "Well, that  wasn't so bad.." as you knock on some wood before you jinx it! Except I must of knocked on some fiberboard or somthing plastic with grained contacted paper on it, because that's around the time everything changed.   It was Hulk's first Monday night wrestling practice, normally it's on Tuesday. Mr. Holland would be taking him after dinner. Everyone sat down and started eating, Doc asked her normal question "Can I have something else?" and we gave her toast with butter, her usual. Hey.. we tried, right?  After Mr. H was done eating he started getting ready to leave. Hulk ran up and down the stairs a few time to get what he needed, because one trip is not his thing. In the middle of all of this Doc had secretly gotten ready and was waiting in the mud room. During the day I had explained to her that daddy was taking Hulk tonight so I could stay h...

Waiting on lists for  assessments,  specialists  and the official diagnosis. Waiting for insurance companies to except and then waiting for the services start. Waiting for words, just a few.  Waiting for those amazing moments that your child presents to you as a gift, like saying "I love you!"or when they give you a hug.  Waiting in traffic on the way home from therapies at least once a week.  Waiting to celebrate that your home is now diaper free, our day will come.  Waiting for your child to feel comfortable in their own environment or at least in their own skin.   Waiting for a meltdown to subside, wishing you could fix or understand what caused it.  Waiting for the storm to pass or better yet..learning to dance in it. Waiting for your child to engage and make a true friend.  Waiting for your child to ...