P-I-O

Number Two Son is really interested in letters right now. He says letters, we write them down, he is happy. His favorite letters and the first ones he always says are, "P, I, O." Tonight when I was outside with him during Mass, a lightbulb went off in my head! P-I-O spells Pio, as in the beloved Padre Pio? If we can get help from Padre Pio, we will certainly ask for his prayers and intercession. I showed Number Two Son of Padre Pio and he smiled very big, he is a happy, content almost three year old.
Padre Pio, pray for us. Amen.

Yes, I know you are listening

So, after my rant about almost everyone overlooking the positive of my first born something special happened. Last week was the Scout Mass at Church. Numer One Son and Number One Daughter did a great job during the entrance procession. The Wolf Den sat together with their Akela in the middle, the Wolves were packed in one row like little blue sardines. Number One Son did so well. I was in awe of how he did everything he was supposed to do. Sleepy, hungry children do a good job in Mass as long as it is in the morning. After Mass, a lady came up to me and asked if I remembered her? She was one of Number One Son's CCD teacher from last year. She and the other co-teacher were always complementary to him. I remember her saying how special he was. We found Number One Son after Mass, he remembered her and immediately told her that he had made his First Confession. I was so happy to run into her; although, I know it wasn't an accident. Thank you my Lord and Savior!

and another thing...

I have great empathy for Big Sister who screamed that she was, "So tired of children not wanting to play with Number Three Nephew!" He has a speech disorder and ADHD. I am really tired of hearing things that are wrong with Number One Son! I took him to a NeuroSensory specialist yesterday. I heard from a friend that this clinic treats patients and their food allergies get better. The doctors are ENTs so I was familiar with the terminology and several of the tests. Number One Son's processing is so delayed that he didn't even score. I knew he was slow to respond, now I know why. He also has a mild low frequency hearing loss and high frequency hypersensitivity. The doctor seemed very positive. He had us go to the lab for bloodwork and he will start medication to help his immune system. After we get the bloodwork back, possibly more supplements and daily shots. I don't know how we are going to afford this and yet, we can't afford not to. If he gets better, the little ones are next. Ugh! The thought of having to give Number One Daughter a daily shot makes me want to run and hide. I was griping that rarely do I hear good things, other than how beautiful they are, from anyone. My friend reminded me how compassionate Number Obe Son is, yes he is, and for that I am very grateful. It is so hard for me when others don't see or recognize all the wonderful traits my little gifts from Heaven possess. Outside of the Dentist and Occupational Therapy, where he was constantly struggling to do anything right but, the therapist LOVED him, we pretty much hear only negative reports. I hate that! A little constructive criticism goes much better with praise too. Motherhood is so hard!