the transition verdict is

He's eligible.



::smile::



I him dressed cute (in mad sale Children's Place finds). And brought him with for the meeting. I feel deeply that it's important to see him. In real life...as Bristel would say. Because he's such a different kid in person than he is on paper.



And he didn't disappoint!



I couldn't have been more proud! I'm such a sap. My eyes misted more than once watching him motor around the room. Every day I'm more convinced that I'll never get over it. What he's lived through and survive-ing. He is a miracle. And sitting in the (toy storage?) room watching him play and flirt and ooze Trevy-ness...my heart was overwhelmed. He is my miracle.



I was SO thankful to have everyone from Trevy's EI team there. In support. And because they love him! Each of these beautiful, amazing women have been Placed in our lives. Of that I am sure. And over the course of these past 2 1/2 years I have grown very connected with them. I hope they all know there will be invitations...



to Kindergarten graduations...



High School graduations...



In my hearts sappy spot...I can even see them sitting in a bigger crowd. Beside me. And giggling Bristel who is discreetly holding hands with the handsome boy by her side. Sunlight making her hair sparkle. And dimple even more adorable. Jonathan's arm wrapped around my shoulders while I smile and coo at our first grandbaby (Toby is six years older than Trevy!) who is snuggled close to my heart. So Toby and his love can wildly cheer Trevy on...as he walks across the platform to snag his miracle degree! And we all stand and cheer as he tosses his cap so high it disappears in the brilliant blue sky...



Sometimes I let my heart run with the wild dreams. That...and I did just watch that Hallmark Hall of Fame movie the other night. The one about the boy with Turrets Syndrome...



Yes...



I have grown very comfy and safe in EI world. I think part of the heart trauma of Transition could be that feeling of loss.



I don't know these new women. Though they looked nice and kind. They don't know me. Or my beautiful son. They have not lived beside him through these past two years. Through the hard core struggles and nightmare miracles...



And that's scary.



::sigh::



Yet here we are. My baby is about to turn three. And he's aging out of EI. Feels like just yesterday...




So I'll just have to (try to) move forward with Hope. That the right people will Make their way into our lives in the future. Like they have in the past.



Hope that I'll have the courage to continue advocating for what I am convinced is right for him.



Hope that we'll embrace him as he grows into who he is meant to be.