silver lining

It is easy to get distracted by the ills that befall us, but sometimes bad things happen for a reason. When I get down, I often find myself thinking of Doris Day singing "Que Sera, Sera." The irony of  a hopeful song originating from a Hitchcock film isn't lost on me, but such is life.
When I got my first "real job," we put our son into daycare. Previously, I worked around his mother's schedule, since my fake job didn't pay enough to logically have someone else watch him.
While in daycare, my son had a number of minor illnesses, but after a while we noticed that we were the only ones that understood him talking and that he wasn't saying as many words as kids his age normally did. His constant ear infections evidently caused him to have significant hearing loss thus his speech was delayed.
Given the severity of his speech delay, we were told he needed speech therapy in addition to the myringotomy surgery to drain the fluid from his ears. Our insurance didn't cover speech therapy unless it was needed due to brain trauma or a stroke, so we were told to look into other routes to cover his speech therapy.
Since we met the criteria, we got funding from Help Me Grow to have several months of individualized speech therapy. He also qualified for pre-school through the local school district when he turned 3.
The problem was that we had no idea how we were going to get him to pre-school and to speech therapy when we both worked full-time. He was too little for us to allow him to be transported from daycare to pre-school back to daycare, even on a short bus. He didn't talk well and had a couple allergies that made us weary of his being passed around too much. We were going to wait until we felt more comfortable with him being on a bus by himself before enrolling him into pre-school.
As fate would have it, the problem ceased to be one a month before he turned 3. I was laid-off from my "real" job.
Being laid-off is not a great experience on the surface, but as circumstances happened, our son benefited greatly from my being home at a critical time. I was able to take him to and from pre-school as well as the private speech therapy sessions provided by Help Me Grow, and now he is doing as well as his peers.
Que sera, sera.