Ready, Set, Nooooo!

I was sitting in my truck waiting on Asher to get out of therapy and I was thinking about the week ahead. I'm being a crybaby today. We had a long weekend of ball and running around. I've had a legit migraine for several days. We have 9 total baseball games from Monday to Friday of this week.  I don't want to be an adult today. I want to go to my room, turn out the lights, shut the door, and not come out until I get ready to. It's.Not.Going.To.Happen.

I feel bad for feeling bad. I didn't want to drive Asher to therapy this morning. He fell asleep in the truck last night at 8 pm and has been up since 4 am. He fell asleep on the way to therapy and I wanted to turn around and go home. This is my life though. What if today is the day he makes an incredible breakthrough? What if his noises and squeals come together today and he says something that he's never said before? What if he FINALLY completes a task that he has never been able to master? Today could be that day. I have to push through and keep going for those "what ifs."

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Just like that, I know it was worth it. One of his therapists told me how he is playing ball with her. He understands the concept of throwing the ball to her and he looks for her to throw it back. His other therapist told me he was stacking cups and throwing a ball at them. As we were leaving, I said, "Tell Ms. Maegan 'bye'." In his deep voice, Asher says, "byyyye!" We both lit up.

This day has turned around. It's been totally worth the headache (pun intended). Maybe all of this ball is rubbing off on him🤔⚾️

So, I'm heading home still tired, still pained with a headache, still in a fight for him, And STILL encouraged by his progress.

                 He's my newest ball player. 😉