When we started speech therapy, it seemed like a weekly chore...something else to add to the busy schedule of our lives. It seemed a little intrusive, and a little intimidating. It was daunting to think of this being a part of our lives for possibly years to come.
But it quickly became a welcome part of our lives. Our therapist became more familiar, and all of us more comfortable around eachother. And QQ enjoys it!
It's fun to watch her eager for each new game that comes out of the therapists' bag of tricks, fun to see what she'll come up with next that's new.
Sam likes to sit in on the action. Sometimes a little too close.
I've found that the best part - at least for me - is when we get homework, something to find or work on or practice for the following week. It's fun because it always produces results. Always. So we always have something new to present when the therapist comes back. Sometimes it's a pinwheel, a dandelion, or a ball of cotton...a cup, a straw, a mirror.
QQ enjoys it, and we enjoy it.
In the end, like so many other surprises since QQ came home, the therapy sessions have enhanced our lives, rather than being a burden.