I don’t like playing the pity card about what it’s like to be a single parent raising a special needs kid.
Please don’t take this as an attempt to elicit sympathy; this is to show those who doubt my parenting obligations that in fact, Noah is anything but neglected.
This is Noah’s typical schedule –
Mondays & Tuesdays – 2 full days at Bronte Early Education Centre with dedicated support worker.
Wednesdays – Fortnightly visits from a special needs keyworker to assess and plan Noah’s ongoing developmental needs. Special needs playgroup from 10-12 if we have no other plans for the day.
Thursdays & Fridays – 2 full days of preschool in a supported environment with in-house speech therapist, child psychologist and occupational therapist.
Fridays – Fortnightly speech therapy
Sundays – Church & Creche/Sunday School
This is in addition to revolving door hospital appointments and diagnostic assessments covering all aspects of his medical and developmental needs –
- sleep specialist
- hearing tests, eyesight tests, physical therapy, dental work, IQ tests etc.
Noah starts kindergarten at a special needs school next year. His opportunity to experience the world outside the coccoon of special needs therapy is going to lessen significantly once that happens.
I don’t just bring him along to the markets because special needs childcare is expensive and hard to come by (which it is).
I do it also so that he has the opportunity to experience the real world, remain integrated in society, interact with the general public, and observe mommy at work. Most importantly, he thrives at the market, as you can see from the photos I’ve posted here and on Instagram.
Noah thinks he lives a fabulous life. He thinks he is a little prince and the world is his oyster. Why would anyone presume to know otherwise?