Yesterday was one of the tough ones. Yesterday was Grace's annual review for Early Access (her therapy services provided by the school system). Our living room was full with her team. A packet was handed to us- it described to us Grace's "abilities" - 3-6 months seemed to be all over that paper - the phrase
scattered up to 8 months made me breathe a sigh of relief. Each team member then proceeded to tell us that they think they will be cutting services to Grace because she's doing so well.
Well????? Functioning at a 3-6 month level at over two years is well????
It's such an unfair process. We didn't have the info before, we couldn't prepare. The questions I had prepared no longer seemed relevant. Why don't they give it to you a week before? It's one thing to know that Grace is behind, it is a whole other thing to have it appear on paper... be given a few minutes to review it, and then asked for questions. And in your own home..... I wasn't wearing shoes.... I should have been wearing a "power-suit."
Had our team lost hope? Did they not love Grace? Do they not believe in her? Are we just their job? I'm not giving up..... were they? I cried. I cried all the way back to work. I tried to concentrate.
But as always it only took a little time with Grace to realize that it is my job to be Grace's advocate, my job to be her constant, my job to encourage, dream, and cheer. I only have to do that --- ultimately what that paper says does nothing to define my daughter.
And as if Grace felt she further needed to teach me, as she and I shopped last night at the grocery store, in the vegetable section, Grace on my hip, swinging her legs... she happened to kick over a pole that holds those plastic bags for your vegetables and fruit. Anyhow, the roll of bags went flying the pole made a big noise - and a woman came rushing over to help me. She pointed at Grace- poked her in the tummy and looked at her warmly saying.... you did this didn't you! I wanted to yell -- Yes she did! I love her! I'm so proud of her! She's my two year old! Instead I said -Yup it was her - with what I imagine was a huge goofy smile on my face. That's the story I will remember - that I will tell her - and that I will tell other people when they ask about her.