Therapy. It wasn’t good, but I’m of the opinion that hard therapy is better than ho-hum, nothing happens therapy. I don’t want to drive 360 miles and have it all be flat.
So, that’s what I got – a hard therapy session with Dimples. The visit went well until we talked about things that truly matter, then it was just too much and all of the defenses shot up. Being one of the siblings seems to feel okay (at least with the big kids), but being a daughter and having parents is unbearable.
A benefit of visits is that Dimples’ therapist can see her interact with us. It’s one thing for me to describe what life has been like, and another thing for her to witness a glimpse of it. She can’t really help Dimples if she doesn’t observe the challenges. So, all in all, it was good.
After therapy, Hannah and Isaiah joined us at the school building for lunch with Dimples and all of the kids. Then we went outside and I took a few pictures of the three of them together before we headed back to the cottage. We sang and played Uno until Noah and Katie arrived – then we sang and played Uno some more.
At 1:30 we said our goodbyes with hugs and kisses; a feeling of sadness surrounded us. Back in the car, we talked a little bit about how Dimples seemed to the older kids who haven’t seen her since January. Fortunately, it was a good visit for all of them.
Singing Wagon Wheel and Here I am to Worship with Dimples, and lots of laughter over Draw 4 Uno cards, will hold me over and sustain my hope for a little while.
Happy Friday, friends.
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