'Na jira! Na jira!' (I waited!) he whispered as we walked hand in hand down the hallway of WestWing.
I turned and smiled, 'What did you say?'
'Na jira!' he whispered with a grin as big as his belly.
One of my favorite things about being an OT is that I get to witness miracles. Okay, so maybe 'miracle' is stretching it a bit . . . but I can't come up with a better term. And in my opinion, when a little boy who normally won't say word tells me that he was waiting for me, I have no choice, but to call it a miracle.
Granted he also peed on my office floor today . . . but hey, toileting is an Activity of Daily Living, anything to make 'Play Time' 'Occupational Therapy'!