The pushy bird gets the worm.

Two years ago, I enrolled Kerri in a free program so she could obtain speech therapy. However, there was a long waiting list, so we chose to go privately instead. That is, until my husband lost his job in February.

Then during the summer, Kerri was finally evaluated and placed on a priority list for speech therapy through the school board when she started Kindergarten. And finally, a few days ago I got tired of waiting and decided to get pushy. The squeaky wheel thing, you know?

Last night I got a phone call from the person in charge of the program at Kerri's school. And she began to tell me that it could be three quarters of a year before Kerri even starts. Not acceptable! So the pushy, squeaky wheel turned into the pleading, please-feel-sorry-for-me wheel. Because you get more bees with honey, right? And I was told that Kerri would be placed in front of the other three children as a priority, due to the severity of her phonological delay. Which means sometime in the next 8 weeks Kerri will start speech therapy at school (we hope). And they will evaluate her for OT (Occupational Therapy) and possibly Physiotherapy as well.

So my lesson for today is: money gets you what you want. But if you can't afford it, the pushy bird and the squeaky wheel get you noticed. And the sweetness and sob story get you to the front of the line.

Life with Kerri keeps me chirping. And this bird is no longer singing the blues!