Hurry Up and Wait

I am not a patient person. I am working on that. My patience has never been tested more than it has been over the last year.  Any parent trying to help their Autistic child learns quickly that there is a WAIT factor. We have to wait for everything. This completely goes against all that I strive to be. I don't like loose ends. I like nice, neat ends tied in a double knot.

The first thing we waited for was for Asher to turn 2. Our pediatrician wanted him to be 2 years old before beginning anything. I had him back at the dr. at 2 years and 3 days old. After our appointment, we scheduled therapy but still had no diagnosis. That year was tough for me. I felt like I couldn't move forward. There were so many unknowns. I researched. I asked questions. I contacted people I didn't know. I searched for a place or a person that could give me answers. 

Nothing is easy in this process. Nothing moves fast enough for me. We wait for appointments, referrals, prescriptions, and progress. Today, we waited on medication. We have had this prescription filled for Asher for several months. I don't know what the deal was. This medication was prescribed to my son by a neurologist. The pharmacy wanted permission from the dr. to give us the medicine. I thought that's what a prescription was. Duh. Like, they, seriously, would not hand Randy the medicine. It was not really a surprise though. Everything is an ordeal. 

The past 2 weeks have been good. I feel like we are moving forward. We have a plan and we are executing it. Asher has more structured therapy and his day is jam packed with learning. I still have those big, life-long questions about Asher that can't be answered yet. But, you know what they say-- good things come to those who wait. 💙😊❤