As many of you know, we started Occupational Therapy with Kinsleigh back at the end of May. Since then, not much has happened. She has never grown particularly found of the place and it's always a struggle to get her to go. Her anxiety gets extremely high on our way there in the car and intense once we arrive. It's also taken her some time to warm up to her therapist.
So today, started like every other "therapy day." We had to roll out of bed and immediately get dressed to go (not lucky for us, our appointments are 8am Fridays and it takes us 25 min to get there.) She complained about going, didn't want to get her clothes on, shed a few tears, clung to me and hung her head when we walked in the door, told me she was tired and wanted to go home. Then her therapist came out to get her and she perked right up. I mean, jumped out of her seat, followed right along with her into the "therapy room" and talked her little ear off. She then proceeded to go in and try many new things. Didn't whine about it, maybe hesitant a few times, but didn't put up one fight! Brave (by her standards) all the way! And the best part was she was able to get in with another girl to play a game together to practice those social skills with strangers. No prob. there! Just a considerate, play right along sweetie. The therapist and I were able to see some big time progress today for the first time and we all left with huge smiles on our faces. I don't know if this will be a turning point and things will continue to go more smoothly from here or not, but it sure brightened my day! God knows just how to throw these sorts of days in there just when I need 'em! So thank you Father, and forgive me for when I put up a fight that they don't happen "enough."
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