A Fresh Perspective

On Tuesday night we had Chloe's parent teacher conference with Ms. Heather. Ms. Heather and Ms. Nancy are suching a blessing in our lives! I came home feeling re-energized, especially given the week I had just had. Chloe is talking more, focusing more, and her fine motor skills are improving. She is saying some simple sentences (I think repeat myself in these blogs, sorry). For example, "I want baby show home." (I want to watch a baby show when we get home.) She is making friends. When I walked into her class for walking field trip to the pond, she was in line at the door holding hands with her friend, Marcella.
We still have a ways to go. At the field trip to the pond, I ended up having to carry her the entire way back while her peers held onto the loops and walked together. She kicked and hit at school yesterday. Last night she dumped an entire box of noodles all over my bedroom floor (don't ask). BUT...every improvement is so encouraging. If we could just improve her aggressive behaviors, everyone would benefit, most of all Chloe! Please keep praying!

Miss Heather gave us a handprint poster we did in her class the other day. It has Quinn's hands, Chloe's hands and my hands. In the middle, she pasted a poem. She said, we were the only parents to whom she gave this poem. This is Ms. Heather's first year of teaching and I am really proud of her. She stepped outside the public school bounds to give us this poem that contains words like heaven, Lord, etc. I am so glad that her and Ms. Nancy are Chloe's teachers. Oh yeah, yesterday I asked Chloe who she played with at school and she said, "Thella" (Marcella) and "Nanthy". She loves Ms. Nancy.

Here's the poem.

HEAVEN'S SPECIAL CHILD Author presently unknown

A meeting was held quite far from earth,
It’s time again for another birth.
Said the angels to the Lord above;
This special child will need much love.
Her progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show.
And she’ll require extra care,
From the folks she meets down there,
She may not run or laugh or play,
Her thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways she won’t adapt, and she’ll
Be known as handicapped.
So let’s be careful where she is sent, we want
Her life to be content.
Please, Lord, find the good friends who, will
Do a special job for you.
They will not realize it right away, the leading
Role they’re asked to play.
But with this child sent from above, comes
Stronger faith and richer love.
And soon they will know the privileges given,
In caring for their gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild, is
Heaven’s very special child.