It’s Sunday. It’s officially the first day of our last week in Early Intervention. One week from today my son turns 3. At 3, the school district takes over his services, and Early Intervention (birth to 3) is finished. I’ve written about our work transitioning to the school district. We have had his IEP ready to go since November. None of this has snuck up on us. But somehow, it feels so very sudden.
It’s hard to believe that next week I won’t have people in my home for 5 hours a day anymore. We won’t have the revolving door of no less than 8 therapists coming and going weekly. The day-to-day realities of the last year-and-a-half are ending. We are embarking on something new. 18 months ago I had to trust a group of strangers. I had to trust them enough to let them in my home for most of the day, 5-days a week. I had to learn to let some things go, to delegate, to allow for a different trajectory than I had envisioned. Now I need to trust again. Now I will trust another group of strangers. This time, I won’t be there to oversee every moment.
I’m excited and terrified. I’m hopeful and apprehensive. I’ve met R’s teacher, his new therapists at the school. They seem wonderful. The logical part of my brain is overjoyed and eager, feeling certain that my little boy will be in good hands. The emotional part of my brain can’t stop asking “But what if…?”
Is any mother ever ready for this?
Here we go.