I just want to share some really good news with the world. My kid can see. The way most everybody else can. And let me just say, that is something to jump for joy about!
It was this time last year when my heart just about broke when Luke said to me, "Mom, I can tell which ball is the real ball and which ball is the fake ball." He was talking about the baseball and it all of sudden clicked why he wasn't batting well. Why he could throw the ball great, but wasn't so good at catching. And it fit right in with why reading wasn't going well... it all started to add up. All those little signs that didn't seem like much... until that comment.
So now it's a year later, about 9 months into vision therapy and little league is starting up again. And WOW!!! What a difference 9 months can make! The kid can hit the ball! The kid can catch! Even he is amazed at how better baseball is now that there is just one ball. I could cry, I'm so happy for him. Never mind that he's reading like a champ, chapter books and the computer, all that great stuff he needs to do to succeed in school and life - we've been watching that slowly progress over the months, so we knew things were improving, and I've been proud of him for how hard he's been working at all of it. But THIS! This comparison hits it all home for all of us. He's amazed and proud of HIMSELF and this new confidence is the biggest thing of all. Go Luke!