The preschool search is underway, and decisions are eager to be made. I was handed a list, flashed a smile and told “get started, mom”! As my eyes made their way down the list, my mind refused to follow. This is a daunting task, and one that I will most likely have to undertake alone (since Matt works during school visiting hours). It’s a bit mind-boggling, at best… It doesn’t help that I have a tendency to over-think decisions like these.
The scary part is deciding the level of assistance to find for Noah. Do we want him in an integrated classroom or not? Do we want him in the mornings or afternoons? Do we want wrap around services at home or strictly at school? Do we put him on a bus for transportation or take him myself? (ha! Ma babe ain’t gon ride no short bus).
So far in our journey, we haven’t had to make too many big time decisions. We have been offered a service here, given a suggestion there, or signed up for a class without ever even knowing we did so. And honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing about the way our lives and Noah’s care has been laid out before us.
I’m been busy reminding myself that whatever decision we make for Noah, God will use it to bless him. The details are too easy to get caught up in, when all that really matters is a heart dedicated to loving and nurturing our precious boy.
I’ve said this in the past, and I’ll repeat it because it’s louder than the truth. If I had tried to orchestrate this life, this care, this level of dedication that Noah has in his life from therapists, doctors, friends, and most importantly, family, it would be negligible in value compared to the plans that God has given us and will continue to give us.
“For I know the plans I have for you, ” says the Lord. “They are for good and not for disaster, to give you a hope and a future. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find Me. Jeremiah 29:11-13
Doesn’t that just make everything so much better? Life is simple through those eyes.
spoken in the dark
lips trembling, reaching for air
rain falls, life unfolds
I have a hard time leaving the school while Noah is in class each week. Even though it is my 4 hours each week to myself, it’s incredible to watch him interact with his peers. There is a side of Noah that happens during those hours that are impossible for me to recreate. I can’t help but watch and smile as my eyes fill with tears when I see him communicating and interacting with other kids. Way better than a cup of coffee and a book, any day.
Enjoying snackies with dada. Look at that grin, those cheeks, that hair.
Lazy afternoon naps with a peeking belly.
My bundt of the month was Lime/Coconut! Um, yum!
This past week, we met Noah’s speech therapist at the Museum of Play. If you have been to Rochester and experienced Wegmans, then you will understand the thrill of this addition to the museum! They have a grocery store for kids with shopping carts, real food containers/boxes, real scanners (with the black belts that actually move your food along… Noah’s favorite) and receipts! Here, Noah is scanning his chocolate covered donut. Imagine that.
Here is his receipt! We let him pick out his own items, he chose a carrot, pasta, apple sauce and a donut (not on the recipe). So adorable!
We were waiting for dad to finish running at the gym this morning, so we sat and enjoyed a snack and watched the kids in swimming lessons.
We started going to the YMCA with Noah’s Physical Therapist, Vanessa, once a week. He has had so much fun and been working really hard without realizing it! Here, he is climbing up a rope wall! He did great!
Here is an adorable video of Noah laughing as he goes down a big slide in the gym. He laughs the hardest after it’s over. So so cute! Nothing on earth compares to my little guys giggle.