Yesterday after speech therapy at Courage Center, Zack had a hard time transitioning back to the car. I've made provisions and adjustments to our routine to help him through it, but sometimes, no matter what I do, he just has a rough time.
Every ending of every thing is hard. Well, except for the things that were hard to begin with - like doctor visits!
So yesterday, even though I handed Zack the iPad, he screamed and cried a little, when we said goodbye. He said "Bye Jana." "Bye speech." "Bye Courage Center." Over and over and over and over.
Both boys say goodbye over and over to every single person, place or thing we leave. Goodbyes are hard.
So yesterday as we made our way through the crowded waiting room, I let AJ walk by himself as I guided Zack carefully to keep him from reaching out to pinch anyone, while he threw his head back and wailed.
AJ knew what to do. He stepped in front of his brother and wrapped him in a bear hug, patting him on the back and comforting him.
"Oh, it's okay, you're okay," AJ told him. Zack grabbed onto his brother and they held each other tight for a few seconds.
And everyone in the waiting room stopped, watched, and "aaaawwwww......."ed.
And Zack? No, he wasn't miraculously better. He still cried on the way to the car. AJ still watched him with a worried wrinkle between his brows. But I definitely felt better.
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