So, many of you (all 2 of you) are probably asking yourselves... "Why is she making a blog about her son?"

well, allow me to answer your question. 

For the sake of my sanity, I need to vent. 

Im actually surprised that it took me this long to do this. When I was younger, I would journal and journal. There wasn't a day that went by, when I wouldn't document my daily struggles, frustrations, and joys. I still have notebook after notebook, detailing my every move. 

I cant remember when I stopped. I think it was right about the time when I realized that it was a little bit childish to keep a "diary" with a lock and key hidden under my bed. 

Now, years and a child later -- i'm back. 

My "frustrations" and problems are different. Almost minimizing the childlike issues that I would rant on and on about in my journals. This is a whole different ballpark. 

I have a mission, a goal, a pretty set and specific agenda. For the first time in a while, I have answers and the path I need to take is becoming clearer and clearer by the minute. 

I guess I should back-track and explain what this blog is about. 

I have a son and he's almost 4 years old. For those of you who know him, you may better understand me and my motives. For those of you who don't, let me let you in to my world. 

Bitty is very very energetic. I have always known that he is a different child. Not in a bad way, just different. He is extremely intelligent and has always been developmentally advanced. 

He is fluent in spanish and english and even at the age of 2, could speak both. 

Along with that though, came some struggles. He has had some pretty major and drastic changes in his life and this affected him behaviorly. After going through therapy (play therapy) for about 6 months, I still had no answers and was growing anxious and increasingly frustrated. 

Finally, after being expelled from his pre-k class, I received a call that changed everything. 

I had been on a waiting list to see a child psychologist for over a year at Cook Children Psychology center in Ft. Worth Texas. They finally had an appointment available and I took him in. The timing couldnt be better. It was an answer to my prayers and finally I had answers. 

He was diagnosed with Sensory Integration Disorder, now known as Sensory Processing Disorder. 

This is a condition that exists when sensory signals don't get organized into appropriate responses. 

Pioneering occupational therapist and neuroscientist A. Jean Ayres, PhD, likened SPD to a neurological "traffic jam" that prevents certain parts of the brain from receiving the information needed to interpret sensory information correctly. A child (like Bitty) with SPD finds it difficult to process and act upon information received through the senses, which creates challenges in performing countless everyday tasks. Motor clumsiness, behavioral problems, anxiety, depression, school failure, and other impacts may result if the disorder is not treated effectively.

Bitty, began going to therapy with his new therapist Ms. Jamie and has been going for some a little while now. 

This blog is my story as I walk through this new chapter in my life alongside my son. I am constantly finding new things, trying new methods and tips that really are making a difference in my sons life. I am by means an "expert" and am not claiming to know everything on SPD. I am a mom who is desperate to help my little boy and eager to help him get through this disorder and learn to live life as any other child would. 

Along with my family and his therapist, I am making the changes necessary to ensure that he will get through this difficult time and grow up to be a successful and beneficial part of society. If anyone has any tips, advice or has also struggled with SPD, you can contact me through here. Hopefully, I can create a community of parents who are just as interested and engaged in learning and putting into practice everything that we learn about this disorder. 

Thanks for reading my blog and if you are struggling with this too, dont give up. 

When things get really difficult, remember this -- Theres a rainbow at the end of every storm and without these storms we wouldn't get the blooms that come after. 

I love that little boy and I wouldn't trade him for the world.