Today Jason and I took Hudson on what we decided was a date. We're fairly certain it's the first time since Hudson was a toddler we have hung out together sans siblings. We stopped by Daddy's office to pick something up, headed to the play therapist's office, and then celebrated a great visit with her with a little lunch. All in all, it seemed easier than I thought it would be. I guess asking for help really is the hardest part.
We're starting out slowly with opportunities for Hudson to build a trusting relationship with his therapist. We wished we could have had a bird's eye view into his time in the play therapy room, but we did hear him yelling (the silly kind of yelling) and laughing. At one point I turned to Jason and remarked the therapist might think we're full of crap since he seems so happy and comfortable with her. From what I gather from our first meeting, she is kind, invested, empathetic, and insightful. She feels people in Hudson's life should invest the time to understand how he works, but she also knows he will have to learn to deal with life when it doesn't provide this ideal social construct.
ADHD has for the most part been taken off the list of possibilities, and sensory integration disorder has been put on the list. Right now the goal is to teach him some coping mechanisms, and I'm just fine with that. Thank you for your continued prayers and encouragement for all of our family members. My faith is stronger than ever that life, in all of its beauty and possibility, is holding the door open for our little man to step through in his own way and in his own time.