3 1/2 years ago, this little 7-month old dude was evaluated by our local Regional center and determined to be really, really behind. We began twice a week Physical Therapy and once a week Occupational Therapy Sessions in our home. And so began Bodie's upward climb. Bodie was SO clingy that he would not even let me leave the room. It would be months before he would let me out of his sight while working with our amazing therapist, Tam.
At around 18 months, he transitioned out of OT and to center based PT, and started Two Steps, a special needs pre-preschool program 2 mornings a week. He did that for 3 months and then started TWISP, the development preschool he would stay at until he turned 3 and aged out of Regional Center services and moved to a traditional preschool.
Through it all, he continued weekly PT sessions with Tam.
Today, he officially graduated from Physical Therapy. The last special service he was getting due to his rough start. Because he doesn't need therapy anymore. Because he's doing awesome. You know, no big whoop. Ok, maybe it's kind of a big whoop. This kid was SO far behind when he started therapy. SO FAR BEHIND. Months behind.
So, to be caught up, yep, that's a pretty big deal.
I am so stinking proud of how far this kid has come.
So is Tam, who has seen this kid through so.dang.much.
And, I think, maybe, just maybe, this little guy is a little bit excited, too.
Thank you to Tam, and the entire crew at TherapyWest, who have grown our boy into more than we ever imagined or dreamed. Thanks for loving him as much as we do. We've been so blessed by you.