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This month was open topic.
I have thought a lot about what I have to share. This has been a month with each child being put to sleep for medical procedures. Dove had surgery to remove two teeth and Dash had to have three fillings. They both amazed me.
What I experienced encouraged me. They are gaining maturity. They are pracicing better self control. They are being ABLE! Able to do what they can do, and able to do what I have taught them to do to handle the difficult chalenges that life will throw at you. Beloved and I both stand pleased to see the development progress. The prognosis of the phyciatrist being disproved and the hope for a better future being instilled and played out.
My Sweet Daughter turned 11 this month. She is so small for her age and behind her aged peers by two years. She is just perfect a small child who will fit in perfectly and be more mature now going into 4th grade. She will be a bit more savy (I trust). If she were in 5th or 6th grades she would be a victem of bullying or manipulations. God has kept here right where she needs to be. I do not know if by mid year I will need an Indivisual Education Program for her or not. She is doing well. Math and memory issues a problem but trusting God for this dear child is choice.
She sailed through the surgery and the recovery. I did not tell you of how God provided a doctor who let Both of us be with her until she was a sleep. God has a special provision for our special needs kids. People and places times and seasons of HIS intervention.
Dash did so well this week. I was so worn of the week that I had his Daddy attend. The last time they gave him vicodin and he fought us so hard that I got hurt holding him (both physically and emotionally) just to do a filling. This sweet son of mine halusonated that we were hurting him. The memories of Russia thought the attendant. I grieved for months after that. This time however we were able to use a different medication coctail and he fought sleeping so hard. He did however want to show his Dad how well he could do. I never saw anything like it!
He did so well!
I have to get him wearing his hearing aides again, he is not happy about it.
Dove... she even sat (FOR THE FIRST TIME )
in a room by herself (we were two open doors down) without a panic attack!
I am so relieved to see that the wounds in their hearts and minds are healing.
That the disabilities and delays are evening out.
Time is healing.
Maturation is setting in.
All the hard work and years of tremendous effort is paying off!
My children are becoming ABLE more than disable to do and to be.
They both feel real good about the efforts they make indipendantly to overcome and to effort to do and be their best.
My courage did not halt or faulter.
I was so tired so many times over these long years.
Now...Now the payoff.
Healthy children.
Able.