I got a letter in the mail today. It was from Emmett's Occupational Therapist. She doesn't want to see Emmett anymore. He has progressed far enough that the small challenge he has with pencil grip can easily be handled by the resource teacher at his school.
I remember when we started our therapy journey and had to pick up all these specialists on the way, and now they are dropping us off.
It feels good. I am bursting with pride for Emmett and all the hard work he has done.