To my surprise I wasn't in tears either. I didn't worry as much as I thought I would when I saw her cry, or when I left her with total strangers. I think in a way I had made my mind up that this was going to be a good experience...maybe with a few bumps along the way but nothing out of the ordinary. I also want to be strong for her. When I think about how I grew up I think that fear was instilled in me through the action of my parents. By no fault of their own of course, but still I was sent a signal to fear everything that requires change. I don't want Maya to have that in her life. I want her to welcome change and different experiences. I do truly believe that I have to be a role model for her, not just tell her that it's going to be okay but really show her by the way I react to things.
Thursday, last week, when I went to drop Maya off she was fine, but when I went to pick her up she was crying even before I got there. One of the aides was holding her and brought her to me. She said she was really tired for the last half hour and kept signing "all done" and saying buh-bye. I thought to myself, well at least she's able to communicate what she wants. As soon as I held her she stopped crying.
Half an hour later her speech therapist for her session. She brought over a new activity, a matching board. From Maya's evaluation I knew that Maya could match up to two pictures but she had never done any of this work at home. So when the therapist brought out the matching board and started to give her the little cards to match, we were both stunned to see that she matched 6 in a row. Maya was so pleased with herself, clapping and exclaiming, yay! She continued to another board and matched all of those. With hardly any prompting Maya did this all on her own. It was so cute the way she held the little picture in her hand and looked at the board, back and forth...trying to decide where it went. She was making decisions right in front of my eyes. It was a good day. And the next day was even better.
|This week, Maya matched 5 boards in a row.|
On Friday, Maya fed herself toast in the morning, not throwing it once. Wow!!!! That was a first. I'm contributing this to the fact that at school they eat snacks together. Perhaps she is seeing that other kids don't throw their food on the floor. Perhaps she doesn't get the food back if it is thrown. Whatever the case it is starting to click in.
|Maya helps put on the butter.|
|Eating toast all on her own.|
|Saying "eeeee" for the word "me".|
This week, Maya didn't cry once during class. Now she takes off, almost running into the classroom. One day she went straight for the rug and sat there waiting for circle time, she was ready to start her day. She is flourishing in more ways than I can count and it's only been two weeks. Yes, change is good.