May 3-5 came and went. I monitored CJ’s convention activities online. From the grandma’s daily updates I learned that CJ found a friend and was out playing with that friend while sessions went on. Brilliant. But then I go back to conscious-of-his-issues mode and I reiterate brilliant. He socialized and that’s big deal to me. Day 3 was spent celebrating this –
I am happy to see familiar faces: neighbors’ and church friends’ kids. Some of them are regular guests at CJ’s birthday parties for two consecutive years now.
Now I understand why CJ’s developmental pediatrician shook her head firmly when I asked, “is it autism, ‘Doc?” I braced myself for the worst; and it’s one of those rare times when my heart leapt to Cloud Nine for not getting what I expected.
Never mind that I ended up paying for what turned out to be play convention. I just love signs that my money is not wasted on expensive therapy and even more expensive hours at the specialist’s office.