A is about to graduate from preschool tomorrow and embark on her Kindergarten experience. She is ready and excited. Her preschool teacher this year is retiring, and what a teacher she was! Ashlynn mimicked and learned SO much from her. I can’t even begin to start with all the things Ashlynn has learned. This woman set everything to a tune paired with some large gross motor movements, and the combination
I received all of Ashlynn’s reports from her re-evaluation. I knew it would be hard. It’s hard to read those scores and things about your baby. However, I was also proud. So proud of how far she has come. She is the hardest working child I know. The social worker and special education teacher seem to understand her the best. They listed her strengths, which are many. They were thoughtful
“Lord woman. We need a jet airplane, a case of wine, and a few days to ourselves. We are living parallel lives.” I received this text today from a mom I have never met, but who I feel I must have known my entire life. I found her through the marvel and wonder of the internet, and in only a year’s time, I feel I know her life story….not because
Working in the schools, I often don’t have the chance to talk to parents as much as I would like. Though there are the obligatory IEP meetings, it’s not the same as being able to see the parents every week and chat about speech therapy; or better yet, having the parents right there in the session with me. To date, I have seen a little over 20 children who have
Exactly 18 months ago, I wrote one of my favorite and initially most popular posts: Lessons from a Tricycle. At that time, Ashlynn was close to 4 and still could not pedal a tricycle. I describe how we bought it a couple months before her third birthday when I was pregnant with my son. A year later, I wrote that post and explained that she STILL wasn’t able to
I can’t remember a time since I learned to write that I stopped writing. I was the girl with diaries, journals, writing pads, and notebooks filled with writing. Obviously now, I continue to write. There was a time though my writing was noticeably absent. I recently scoured my notebooks and old blogs searching for what I wrote around the time of Ashlynn’s diagnosis and came up empty. I had many