I have come to realize that in the long run these grades, the ones we often place so much value on, don’t really matter. Grades are not the “be all and end all” to who my daughter is. No, not one bit.
Here are some things that DO matter:
-The smile on my daughter’s face each morning when it’s time to leave for school.
-The open and honest stories she shares each afternoon about how her day went. Continue reading
Dear Speech Therapist,
You met my daughter, a little pixie of a girl, almost four years ago. She had round cheeks and two tiny, wispy pigtails that you tell me you remember like it was yesterday. Although my little girl had recently turned three years old, she had less than 25 words in her vocabulary when you met.
You and my daughter clicked almost instantly and began building the foundation for the unbreakable bond the two of you would go on to form. Your kind and loving nature put my timid little girl at ease. I knew from the very beginning that you were the right person for the job of helping her learn to communicate with the world.
Dear Little Man,
I have been wanting to write you this letter for a long time. I feel like there is a lot I need to say to you and apologize for. It’s been a little over two years now since you joined our family to make us a party of four. You are only a toddler now, but I feel like some things need to be said.
This. This picture.
I took this shot during a recent trip to the zoo with my family as a cute photo op, but its meaning has morphed into something so much more. It is a illustration of my life’s mission as the mother of this beautiful girl with special needs.
“I’m going to keep you forever! You will stay right here with me! No school for you!” I joked, as I hugged my daughter tightly and we giggled.
“No, mommy! You no keep me! I go first grade tomorrow!” she said back to me between laughs.
“I know, Baby Girl. I know…”