There were years where I felt like this boy could hardly see me. Our days consisted of struggling to communicate, trying to help him stay calm and regulated, and fighting for a glimpse into his world.
I waited so long to hear him call me “mom.”
Now, every night, he doesn’t go to bed without giving me a hug and a “goodnight, mom.” If I’m not nearby, he comes to find me.
He’s also been using manners like “please” and “thank you”—completely unprompted and enthusiastically.
Sometimes we get too caught up in the evaluations, assessments, IEP meetings, and desensitization programs that we don’t take time to recognize, appreciate, and truly celebrate the BIG stuff.
Sometimes progress is painfully slow.
But, nonetheless, it is progress.
Celebrate it. It’s huge.
The progress in your life will never look the same as someone else’s, so don’t miss what is right in front of you.