Will has been discharged from Ms. Risa's helpful chewing therapy because he is now a chewing machine. Likely, if you ask Ms. Risa, I am the one who is being discharged. She's been like a security blanket for me.
You see your child choke just one too many times and you realize you never did that *&%$# CPR class while you were pregnant and can't remember the one you did when you were 16 and you really start having a panic attack.
So, I have been cautious to say the least. She would encourage me to add texture, make the pieces bigger etc. I would slowly SLOWLY come around to that and little by little realized that Will can handle bigger stuff.
In my defense, I didn't think it was fair to his teachers to send food to school that he might choke on, so I was slowly adding the stuff in at home and once I was certain he could do it by himself, then I would start sending it to school. Whatever, I'm here now. :-)
Gone are the days of cutting up blueberries! He can eat an entire raspberry now.
I was reflecting on this with Neil the other night. For whatever reason there is a specific conversation I've always had in my head with another mom. Her daughter is right about Will's age and about a year ago we were at their house eating dinner and she said, "isn't it funny how the kids chew so exaggerated, kind of like cows." I of course agreed and laughed and secretly wondered if I'd ever really know what she was talking about - Will was no where near chewing like her daughter.
Well, now, a year and a few months later, I KNOW!! :-)
Thank you so much Ms. Risa. My only regret is that you escaped me without a picture. I'm going to work on fixing that though!
I took these pictures the other morning when he was asking for more food to eat for breakfast. Sad little face, how can you say no to that!