In a meeting with Ace’s band teacher last year, she complained that he dropped his drumsticks all the time.
“For such a coordinated kid, it’s amazing how clumsy he can be,” she said.
It took me a minute to process that comment and when I did, I laughed out loud.
“No, no, no,” I said, “You have it backwards. For a clumsy kid, it’s amazing how coordinated he can be.”
From 2 1/2 years old until 9 years old, Ace was in occupational therapy both in school and privately to help him get control of his body. He needed help learning to write. He needed help tying his shoelaces. He needed help throwing and kicking a ball.
I think about that every time I listen to Ace play his drums. I think about how much the occupational therapy helped Ace. I think about those thousands and thousands of dollars we’ve paid out of pocket because it wasn’t covered by insurance.
I think about how it was worth every penny.