Things are still a bit grim here in the dock. Kit is still unwell. I am sick (although mending) and little brat could be getting sick now - she was a bit warm and clingy before bed tonight. My SIL started her treatment for cancer today. Perspective - it helps doesn't it? Like when we knew about Hannah's AVSD - Down Syndrome - right - what about the heart? WIll she live? or the new mum I met a couple of years ago at a DSA meeting - she said something like "People say it is like a sort of death, that you grieve, well I've held a stillborn child and this is not death". I still think upon her words - perspective really helps us sometimes.
I am looking for that same magic regarding schooling. I am tired of the sleepless nights and the too real angst borderline terror it brings me to think about it. today we had Hannah's psychometric assessment - she didn't do very well - and the spychologist has asked us to take her back next week. She was tired, hungry and needed to go to the toilet. SHe had been kept awake by Kit who was sick and restless all night. But these are jsut excuses - take her as she comes I reckon - she was still so cute - and if they took into account guile and cunning with a sugary smile she'd have to get top score. She kept asking for more puzzles and when they got too hard she'd just ask the psycholgist to help her. At one point she clearly indicated that it was her turn to be teacher and started testing the psych. Perspective - none of it changes who she is or the many things she is capable of. She is fun and loving and gorgeous. She is smart. She has an intellectual disability - she learns at her own pace and in her own way. and I love her. That is enough perspective for now - I feel sick and sorry for myself really...off to bed to hopefully feel better in the morning.