It has almost been a month since I last posted. Gee, doesn’t time fly. At the moment I’m sitting in the backyard in the early afternoon sun, watching my daughter as she flits from the garden to the swing to the clothesline. She never stays still. It is delightful to watch. At fours years of age the world is still a wonder to her. It has been six months since I took over her therapy and she is going well. She has now started making tentative sounds that are starting to resemble words and her understanding has greatly improved. She is also able to sit for table tasks for much longer periods at a time (but then again, I try to make them fun). She is also becoming more and more interested in books. She will now sit absorbed for up to six books at a time (thankyou Mem Fox). And going by the adage ‘always presume intellect’ I’m sticking to age appropriate books and not books that are seen to be more appropriate for her developmental age (I mean until she starts communicating who are we to assume what her developmental age is). This seems to be working.
She also seems to be much more interested in what I am doing. Often when I’m sitting at the computer she will come over and rest her chin on my arm and watch me type, I’ll read back to her what I have written and point out the words on the screen. And she loves to watch me cooking. I use this opportunity to show her the different vegetables and give her morsels to sample. Whilst she has eating difficulties she is not a fussy eater. She will always try everything I give her. This morning I got her to help me water the pot plants which, water baby that she is, just loved.
Last night I heard her whimpering in her sleep. I lay down beside her and started hushing her to sleep until I realised that her pants were soaked through. Changing her into clean pyjamas and changing the sheet I lay back down beside her. She gave me a beautiful smile as if to say ‘thanks Mum’ and drifted back to sleep. I felt truly blessed to be a Mother.
