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Last week I had one of those mommy moments. Not one of the bad ones, but one of the good ones, where your heart soars because you are so happy. So happy and so thankful to be a mom. Have you ever had one of those?
The past few weeks I have been really discouraged with Adam’s therapy. The first few times were good, the therapist had got him to try some applesauce and then the next time he tried a little bit of cheese. I was very excited to see progress, what little it was. Then at home it was back to the same, he wouldn’t eat anything but crackers and baby food, and he refused to try anything new. I tried all the little tricks the therapist had talked to us about, but nothing was working.
The next couple of sessions of therapy didn’t go so well. Adam has bad stranger anxiety and I think he now knew that therapy meant we were going to try new foods. He started crying before we even walked into the room. It wasn’t just fussing either. It was the kind of crying where you can’t calm him down. He was climbing all over me trying to prevent me from putting him in the high chair in the therapist’s office. One session he even scratched my face, not to be mean mind you, but because he was so scared he was trying to claw and hold on to me so tight so I could not put him down.
One session we could not calm him down enough to do anything so we just left. It was bad. I felt bad for the therapist and needless to say I was very embarrassed. Adam isn’t a bad child, he was just scared. I was discouraged.
I started asking myself questions. Questions a lot of moms have probably asked themselves before. How much does he really understand? Will we ever make progress? What if he just doesn’t “get” it?
Around this time we had also been working on a little bit of sign language with him. I had heard that sign language is good for kids who can’t talk. It helps them communicate better and frustrates them less when are trying to get something across to us. We had been working on the sign for please which is putting your hand on your chest and rubbing it in circles. My husband and I would work on showing Adam how to do it and we would do it ourselves every time he wanted something (usually food or drink).
At times I wanted to give up, he probably doesn’t understand it anyways, I thought. But we kept on doing it. Then on the day that we had to leave early from therapy I wrote this on facebook: “Really discouraged about Adam’s therapy. He has stranger anxiety so bad, the therapist couldn’t even work with him.” I was to the point of tears, frustrated that things were not going so well.
Later that day, my husband had been trying to convince me that Adam was trying to sign “please” and I was not having it. I wanted to see it for myself before believing it and every time I turned around, he had either just done it or was refusing to do it all. That night we were getting him ready for bed. I don’t remember what we were doing, but my husband did the usual, “say please!” and as I watched, Adam took his hand and put it do his chest to sign please.
I was shocked. He really did get it! He was understanding us after all. Right after that, my husband showed me a “trick” he had been doing with Adam. He stood Adam up on the changing table to show him a picture of himself as a newborn baby. Then my husband asked him, “Adam, where’s the baby?” And Adam immediately pointed to the picture with a big smile on his face. My heart melted and soared at the same time. I was so happy. He actually knew what we were saying and he understood us! I realized that just because he can’t talk right now, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love us or understand what we are saying.
It was just what I needed. God sent me His love from above in the form of the best mommy moment ever!
Have you ever had a mommy moment like this before?