Progress

Progress is such an interesting thing.  I think it reminds me of trips to the ocean when I was a kid.  I'd get in the water and swim and play.  Not notice the tide pulling me slowly down the shore.  When it was time to go I'd find my bearings and realize I'd traveled a great distance from where I started.
Two years ago Ethan couldn't cope outside of his home, and even then he struggled.  He used to knock over furniture, scratch and bite, and scream at school. I would get calls from the principal's office at least once a week.  I really didn't know what would become of him. I remember sitting in the principals office with my 1st grader because he was getting suspended. again.  I was on the verge of tears. again.  His sweet teacher told me it would get better, that this was temporary, and was just a normal part of his progress.  I wanted to believe her.
The other day I ran into Ethan's Occupational/speech therapist.  She told me how much she loved Ethan!  His resource teacher told me the same thing.  His special ed teacher told me the same thing!  Next year he will be transitioned into a regular ed classroom!  Slowly, little by little the tide has pulled him along.  The tide being a team of people who loved him and didn't see him as a behavior problem, or a money pit, but a smart, funny, kid with a lot of potential.  At times when I was clouded by the challenges he faced at the present, they only saw what he would become.  
I just wish I could progress in my challenges the way Ethan has in his!  Oh to have his work ethic, will power, and desire!