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There are so many things that we have worked on for Elizabeth on her life’s journey. Some of them have been easier than others to succeed in and some remain in that often referred to list called “we are working on it.”   Probably one of the biggest things on that list is now, and will probably always be, COMMUNICATION.

With Elizabeth’ special needs of global dyspraxia and sensory processing disorder ( SPD), for her, learning to speak was a lot of work.  It involved years of speech therapy, work at home as well as the use of other things that further communication. By this I mean emotion charts that would allow a young Elizabeth to point at what she was feeling instead of struggling to articulate her feelings.  To this day, Elizabeth still struggles with some misarticulations that she can self-correct but does not always do because she is enjoying a conversation or excited to tell you something.   Again, we are working on it. Read the rest of this entry »

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I was reading some posts on a social media the other day and one of them caught my eye.  It was about someone crying at their child’s IEP meeting and in the post, the author  asks if others had done this too.

The responses were numerous and similar in that many answered yes.

I felt such comradery as I read the post because I know many a time I held back tears at an IEP meeting or school conference.  Sometimes the threat of tears came from frustration, other times it was sadness and other times it was because I felt overloaded. And sometimes it came from the feeling of time passing and seeing how much Elizabeth still needed to do to “catch-up”

Suffice to say,  I understood what the author of the posts was feeling and asking about. I understood how much you just need to hear something positive or encouraging or even have someone come up along side of you to support you, be that literally or via social media.

So I thought maybe I would share a bit of a story to tuck away for when you might need that good thought. Read the rest of this entry »

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