Tracking

Tim was 8 when we decided to enlist the help of a neuro-developmental therapist to help us incorporate sensory-therapies into Tim's home school program. It involved 6 to 8 hours of total time with Tim, when lumped with his academics. To say we were both tired at the end of a day would be accurate.

One particularly wearisome day towards the end of that very, very long year, we were in the middle of eye exercises wherein we covered one of Tim's eyes while he tracked with the other. He put his little hand on my shoulder and said, "Mommy, has anyone ever told you you have beautiful eyes?" They weren't dry after that, I'll say that much. Sweet balm to a mother's heart. And next week? We have a counseling appointment at Palomar Jr. college to get him enrolled for the fall. Who'd a thunk?