If I had to pick a word right now for how I am feeling, it would definitely be apprehensive. Blake has a speech and developmental evaluation tomorrow morning. Two people, who don't know Blake, are going to come to our house, meet with him for an hour and then decide what will help him best. I don't know what to expect and quite honestly, I don't even know if he will talk to them.
This has really made me think back on my days as a probation officer. On a daily basis I went to other people's homes, met with them, and then made decisions or recommendations about what should happen with their children. I haven't been a probation officer since I became a mom and I often wonder how/if would be different in that job. Tonight as I was straightening the house, mopping the floor and wiping handprints off the wall, I thought about judgements that I made about people when I went to their house. If their homes weren't spic and span clean, what did I think? Did I consider that maybe they were tired? Or perhaps they worked two jobs? Perhaps they were battling depression? That maybe they have been sick? Or did I just make a judgement about them right then?
When I met their children, I had to make determinations based off what I read in a file and what I learned about them in a short time. I didn't know things like what they were like as a baby or things they did that make the whole family laugh. I didn't know all the wonderful things that made that child unique and special.
This process has made me think. Because when I see Blake I don't see a little boy with speech problems. I see a handsome little boy with chocolate brown eyes. I see a michevious little dude who is always thinking of what he can get into next. I see a little guy who clings to his Daddy. I see a little boy who is in awe of his big sister. I see a little boy and his puppy who are always plotting and playing. I see my baby who still throws his arms around my neck and squeezes so tight, who kisses me and snuggles me. I see a boy who loves to play outside, who loves cars and balls, and sometimes Barbies. I just see Blake. And I love him so much it hurts.