Preschool for Mommy

I am seriously going to try to be better at this...

Last week, I had to enroll Yummie in preschool. Not the highlite of my summer for sure. After calling around to a few different churches offering the program for his age, I came to the realization that not everyone wants to help him. I knew this indirectly of course but to really hear it from these people was hurtful. I heard about just how "unprepared" they were to handle a "special" little boy for six hours a week. How they could not be expected to "just carry him around" all day. How helping him eat his snacks would severely inconvience them. Nice to know that if we couldn't find anyone else to take him that at least one of those places would take pity on us and try it for a week with no commitment or promises.
Just when we were losing all hope, we found a therapist willing to help us. Ironically enough, that same therapist happens to be my best friend's son's therapist. She gave me the name and number to Essential Therapy, a therapy center here in town. I called, then spoke with Val. I gave her a rundown of what was going on with Yummie and what I had been through trying to find him a preschool that would take him. She said she didn't know if they could take him either since he couldn't walk but that if I could hold for a moment she would find out. Of course I said, "Sure, no problem" when what I was thinking was, "Great, just one more letdown in a long line of them."
She came back after a minute saying that YES, they would be HAPPY to take him! I was completely elated until she asked if he had any other "special needs" they needed to be made aware of. "Yes", I said, "He cannot feed himself anything." Her reply was, "Oh... well, hold on again and let me see if we can still take him." (Self-pity returning) I thought spec-freakin-tacular! We FINALLY found someone to take him even though he can't walk but because he can't eat a goldfish we're SOL. Fabulous. (More self- pity observed here) She once again came back on the line. "I just talked to the owner and she said that, Yes, we CAN take him." I cried. Lame, but I did. I couldn't help it.
She emails me the paperwork, which of course I have filled out and ready to take over there within 10 minuted of receiving it.

After leaving work, I drove over thre to return the paperwork. I find out from my best friend that this is where her son actually goes to have occupational therapy and that it is a wonderful center. Good. I am feeling better about the way things are finally looking up. I meet Ms. Tina there,, and she actually takes me on a tour of the place before she accepts my paperwork enrolling him. (like I had much of a choice but this made me feel like I did) AMAZING facility! There were therapists there and therapy toys too! (I have never seen so many in real life in one place) (no lie) After seeing and hearing everything I wanted to, Yummie now has a preschool!! His therapist will go there for therapy instead of to our house on Thursdays too. He will go four days a week for a three hours a day. And best of all, they will help us, help him learn to walk and feed himself. He will EVEN take his own lunch to school! (Adorable, definitely adorable)

We are really excited about this opportunity. I just wanted to let everyone know that even if your best laid plans always seem to fail, God has a plan that will prevail!

Sometimes I get so caught up in failures that I don't truly appreciate the beauty of everydays. All of these dissapointments this week ended with a much more amazing outcome then I would ever have thought possible. I guess you could say that Mommy had a little preschool learning experience of her own this week...