Friday, November 20, 2015

Cara

Cara has had a rough few months dealing with her dyslexia diagnosis and urology issues. She's handled it like a pro, just wish I could say the same. Mommy worry is a thing that rocks me to my core and I can't always shake it like I want to.

I am really, REALLY glad I trusted my instincts about her reading and we are on the path to helping her. Realizing the challenges she faces with phonetic awareness and dyslexia makes me in awe that she has done so well this long with those challenges. It was barely detectable to us and school totally missed it. Smart little cookie. I can't wait to see how this tutoring helps her excel. I am already noticing some differences which makes me happy.

Cara's a feisty little athlete and I love watching her skills develop in volleyball, basketball and soccer. She has the natural ability to be a leader and we are trying to foster that. SP is coaching her basketball this year and I love seeing the two of them together. Cara really responds to help and idolizes him.

It's been particularly cool to see her pick up her basketball without us prompting her and she'll just start dribbling. I love that she has something she likes and is doing well at. I get so excited when I watch her playing. My inner redneck comes out and I get all loud with my cheering. Poor kid. The embarrassing mom has arrived.

Ramsey

This week we asked Ramsey to clean her room. Nothing unusual, just clean your room.

For me...I want everything in it's place, and preferably, unseen. Clothes in closet and in dresser. Shoes in closet. Toys in the toy bin. Books in the bookshelf. A clean room to me means no clutter.

This is not what is means for Rams. We checked out here cleaned room and this is what we found:

  • shoes paired and lining the parameter of her bed
  • toy bins removed from shelves and lined up perfectly on the floor
  • Barbies lined up next to the shoes one right after the other.
  • stuffed animals lining the shelf above her bed
  • books stacked next to the stuffed animals
She had pulled everything out of its "place" and lined the floor with it. You could barely walk but everything was organized and in prefect lines.

This, is Ramsey. She is not tucked away someplace not to be seen. She is out in the middle of everything and exactly where she should be.

We made it past the 1st trimester at school where we were on "probation" because we informed them of her sensory issues. I think this was a CYA on their part, but she has excelled. While home time has been a little rockier than we'd like, at school she is doing everything we ask her to do. We think she just needs an outlet when she gets home so she's unleashing some of that pent up whateverness.

She's a special little girl and while there are moments I feel sheer frustration, I see such a special spark in her that I am trying like hell to cultivate and nurture. Her stubbornness and frequent screaming makes that challenging sometimes, but I think we are both learning and growing. While I don't want to wish away time I do look forward to seeing all she can achieve in life.