Spoken language is a visit to a foreign country for Ms Josie. She really enjoys it, but just can't quite get the hang of all the foreign customs.
Between her low O2 as an infant and toddler, orphanage background, and witches brew of very strong meds she takes now what ought to be a sturdy bridge of neurological connections between thought and expression is instead a tenuous little footbridge across a vast expanse of language.
She is a darn smart little kid (too smart for my good some days) but I begin to see that people will see her disability first and judge by that rather than watch and see what she is really about.
Just had the "your child is not progressing as quickly as we would expect" talk with the preschool. They love her, but see that she masters a skill, then loses it only to start over again.
A wee bit discouraged today. I should not be. The first miracle is she is alive and actually improving. I am waiting to see the following ones.
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