It’s Christmas 2013, and my daughter is 4years, 2 months. It was a magical time this year with her talking more and being able to jump. So much is conveyed through jumping and talking. We did the Elf on the Shelf this year, and each day she would get out of bed and ask, “where’s elf?” When she found him, she would point (something that took until she was more
At the beginning of her preschool school year after she had just turned three, I went to observe her classroom. I went for a lot of reasons, mostly to make sure I liked the classroom and to make sure her needs were going to be met.I left the observation in tears. Not because I was disappointed in the classroom. Not because I was disappointed in the teacher or the therapists.
You went to speak, but the words wouldn’t come, Stuck in your brain, so easy for some. You went to crawl with the best of intents, Yet your body didn’t know what your brain meant. You went to walk, big smiles and all, yet every time you tried, it ended with a fall. You went to drink from a big girl cup You would sputter and spit till it came