It would be fair to say that things are ‘not good’ here. So far away from good in fact that I feel like we’re just about clinging on. I keep trying to write about it but it’s too hard just now.
So I’ll tell you about my Little one for a bit. I’ll tell you that last week when we took our bed down and moved her bed in so it looked like she had a bit more of a ‘proper’ bedroom, she walked in and whispered, ‘Wow, thank you so much mummy and daddy.’
I’ll tell you that her face lights up when I go and pick her up from school.
I’ll tell you that that after nearly 5 weeks, she seems to have made a wee friend at school and is a wee bit happier to go.
That when I got home from work yesterday I was invited to a tea party and that it was a ‘VERY special tea party and that there was tea or coffee or pizza.’
That when she’s going to sleep she whispers things about her day and holds my hand tight.
That when I blow her a kiss, she tells me, ‘Thank you mummy, I’ll keep it in my heart.’
That she likes to check that the invisible string between us still works by standing in the bedroom and shouting, ‘Can you feel it?’
That she asks me what ‘those boys and girls at your school were learning about today?’ when I get home from work.
That if a bird lands on the feeders she says, ‘SHUSH, move slowly everybody!’
That her favourite thing is to swing as high as she can. Wherever she is.
That she’s been through an awful lot in the last five weeks. And she’s able to come to us when she needs help. And that hopefully we’re helping her even a wee bit.
The best bits
After being at school for nearly five weeks, Big was able to wave at Little in the lunch hall today. She told me about it.
Little has discovered ‘writing’ this week. She is so excited to be able to communicate things and has asked for a special writing book.
Three years ago I was the nursery teacher at school. In my current role I’m seeing some of them again which is lovely. One of them has now got a diagnosis of ASD. During his IEP meeting his dad said that he was really pleased his son had me as a teacher again as I had gone to huge efforts to ‘really get him’ when he was in nursery.