I talked to Jett’s SLP  last week about having him come in by himself for his next therapy session. I was truly expecting a ruckus when we decided to go for it on Tuesday, but he went all by himself, just fine. It was so bittersweet to watch him walking down the hall with her, hand in hand, like a big boy – no screaming or fighting. I had to hold back the tears.

She said he did pretty well, although he had a few outbursts, mainly because he didn’t want to stay in his chair. At his second weekly session, he was a little more resistant to go, but he eventually did so without a big fuss. She said it started out really rough – he was really not interested in Mr. Potato Head – but he eventually calmed and did well for the rest of the session. He said several words, including “more” with the accompanying sign. He usually brings that one out when she blows bubbles at the end of therapy. He loves bubbles.

It looks like we’re planning to stick with the solo therapy, which has its ups and downs. On the up side, he seems to be doing well with it, and it gives me a short half-hour break to read a magazine in the waiting area. However, I’m a little sad about possibly missing some of those great moments, when he says new words or does a new sign. It was rough sometimes, getting him to cooperate during the session, but I really enjoyed watching him learn, and of course, as a mom, it’s always a little hard to see your child off, in a way. It’s bittersweet.