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  • What I would have told myself 2 years ago.

    What I would have told myself 2 years ago.

    There was a time, a time not long ago but that seems like almost forever now, that when someone asked me Ashlynn’s age I immediately became defensive.

    “Why?” you might ask yourself.  Seems like a typical question among moms in that age group.
    It is……….. until your child is delayed.  Then that game isn’t fun anymore.

    Every time the question was asked, I found myself rounding down.  When she was almost 2 1/2, I still said she had just turned 2.  When she was almost 3, I said she was 2 1/2, because, you know, technically she still was only 2 1/2.  I might have been in some sort of denial, but at least to others she didn’t seem THAT far behind.

    I don’t know if I was projecting (I probably was projecting), and I don’t know if they really felt this way (pretty sure they didn’t feel this way), but I felt like once they found out her age they immediately measured up their kid to her, and their chest puffed out a little further and their smile got a little bigger because they were SO proud of their little offspring; and I HATED it.

    I know that sounds dumb, and I can’t really tell you why I did it, but I did.  However, I can say now that I don’t do that anymore!  Yes, all of her difficulties are still there but:

    She’s talking.
    She has friends.
    She learns in school.
    She plays on the playground

    And

    She’s the most loving and accepting out of ALL the kids in her class.
    She’s the kindest.
    She’s the most intuitive and she is by far the most advanced in lessons of the heart than others her age, and yes, that does make me proud of her and there is nothing wrong with that.  Just like there is nothing wrong with the parent who is so proud their child is verbally gifted, or an athletic super star.

    A girl who is verbally gifted and can speak TWO languages already in her preschool class, turned out to be a loner and the class bully.  Despite being mean to Ashlynn, Ashlynn still is sweet and kind.  When we talk about it, Ashlynn tells me that the girl “is sad mommy”   and you know, Ashlynn’s right.  Bullies are sad, and that’s why they are mean, and the only person who sees that is Ashlynn.

     That’s pretty dang impressive.  We all have our roads to battle.  That parent was probably bursting with pride at her daughter’s early verbal skills, only to be fretful and worried now that her young daughter is already a loner and a bully.  I don’t envy that mom, but I do understand that we all go through something that unites us as mothers.  We all have our worries, and we all lose sleep over our children.  No one gets left out.

    I just wish I could have told myself this 2 years ago.

  • We have an /s/ blend

    Big, big news today.  Almost as big as when Ashlynn said a final /k/ for the first time.  Today, she has her first ever /s/ blend!  /S/ blends are a common error with speech kiddos; however, typically developing kids usually acquire them by three and half years at the latest.
    It was with “spider” in the Little Critter books.  We are making progress!

  • Farm field trip and speech update!

    Farm field trip and speech update!

    Ashlynn and I went to her class field trip to visit farms from the 1860’s and 1890’s in Littleton, Colorado.  They had a lot of animals and she was so stoked to see all of them! I was taking an informal language sample as we walked along and sample phrases were:
    Come here mama!  Look!  A cow!
    I see a donkey!
    Ewe, muddy piggy!
    Whoah!  I see chicks!

  • “Ashlynn Happy….. Papa’s House”

    “Ashlynn Happy….. Papa’s House”

     It’s no secret that my dad is the pushover.  Don’t get me wrong, he could lay down the law when he had to; but when it came to playing my dad is the person to sweet talk.  Ever since Ashlynn was a little baby, my dad would play ball with her.  It started out almost as a game of fetch, but each time she gets better and better. 

    After Jace was born when she was 2 1/2 and still wasn’t really talking, he came over to see the kids.  He hadn’t seen Ashlynn in a while.  He no sooner walked in the door and she went running for a ball.  That day he went home and told my mom that he didn’t think Ashlynn remembered him.  I was incredulous!  Was he kidding?  Ashlynn NEVER just went and grabbed a ball whenever someone walked in the house!!  She knew exactly who he was. 

    Fast forward almost a year later.  My husband and I were going to drop the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa’s so we could celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary.  The whole ride there she was talking about “papa’s house.”  When we rounded the corner of their street she announced, “Ashlynn happy.  Ashlynn papa’s house.  Ashlynn play ball….papa’s house.” 

    Ashlynn has told me she was happy before when I asked her if she was happy, or we were reading a book about characters who were happy.  I’ve never heard her say out of the blue, and perfectly in context that she was happy….and THEN tell me why she was happy.

    It made me tear up, maybe for multiple reasons.  The first and most obvious being that she had communicated to me that she was happy in context without prompting.  The second being that I related to her like no one else could.  Growing up we didn’t have a lot of money, but I did have a dad who cared about me and who liked to play ball, and I was the richest girl in the world for that.  I always knew if I begged long enough (which never was very long), he would give in and go play.  I remember how happy I was to play catch with him, and especially to practice basketball with him when I got older.  I’m so happy my daughter gets to experience that too.
    So today, despite having a great anniversary with my incredible husband, the sweetest words spoken were

    “Ashlynn happy…play ball……papa’s house.”

  • So many things require motor planning, including a computer mouse.

    I’m so frustrated today!  To make it worse, I’m frustrated with myself for being frustrated.  I went to put Ashlynn on abcmouse.com, and early learning site for kids as young as two.  Since she’s 3.7, I figured this should be great.  Wrong.  Turns out using a mouse requires a high degree of motor planning and coordination.  God.  It sucks.  She can’t even do things two year olds can do.  I mean, she can, but it’s going to take a high degree of practice.  It’s not fair!!  I just want to cry. I mean, forget using the site for educational purposes, we’ve been stuck on the tutorial just trying to help her get the hang of the mouse. 

    It’s not that she’s not trying either.  She’s so excited like she always is, smiling, happy to be learning something new.  It’s just where most kids get to actually use the other programs on the site, we are using it to learn how to use a mouse.  This is something two year olds can do! 

    Why does everything have to be so hard for her?  Anything she’s ever done has required so much more practice.  Everything she’s accomplished has not come easy, yet she perseveres with a smile on her face.  I have so much to learn from her.