My heart melted this morning. Little Miss was at the table coloring while everyone else was getting ready for church. Yet again she is sick and is having to stay home. She was drawing a really cute picture of people by a tree. Next to them was the word “mom”.  A simple word but a very complex word.

Little Miss is delayed.  At almost 6 she has no speech that would be intelligible and her receptive language is in the 4th percentile. Her IQ boarders on mentally handicap. She communicates with sign. We have been working on sight-reading and writing her name. So far she has about 10-13 sight words she recognizes on a regular basis. I thought she could write her name. Recently we realized she knows the letters to use, not the order unless we tell her and 1/2 the letters really don’t look ike they should.

We have never worked on the word mom.
This is the first completely independent word she has ever written. No coaching. No correcting.
Mush. My heart is completely mushy, in a good way :)

After months of what I thought was no progress in academic areas she has made a leap we weren’t even trying foryet.  She amazes me and shames me. Every once and awhile I just think, “It’s not going to open.  She will not ever learn to read, write and figure. She just doesn’t have the ability.” I don’t say it, but I think it... Then I'm proven wrong again. Sometimes I think this about so many things in life.   Just a sweet reminder that we are only limited by ourselves. If given the opportunity we might be able to do so much more than we though. We just have to try.  We just need to not be told we can’t.