On Tuesdays we go to the Little City to see the therapist. It is a little far (an hour each way), a little late (therapy is 5 to 6:30), but my gut says it is worth it. My head is wondering. Hope went in first today and when she came out, the therapist motioned one of us in. I stayed with Hope and the Dad went with the therapist. Hope gave me her biggest I*Got*You smile and informed me that the therapist was going to tell us that she could call her Texas mother. Sure enough, when the Dad came out and I sent Hope to the bathroom, the Dad reported that the therapist was concerned that not letting Hope call her Texas mother was traumatizing her and we should allow contact. Sigh. Who knows?