My daughter Dublin has been taking speech therapy as well as PT therapy and OT therapy. Since I had pulled her out of daycare for the summer her therapist have been visiting her here at home.
I’ve never seen them while they were working with her, usually I would catch the end of their session. At first Dublin didn’t want anything to do with them. I guess it was the change of scenery, but she knew who they were and have been working with them for months now, so they weren’t total strangers. It took her a little while to finally begin her therapy session and I was there to see what all they do with her.
There was a few games Dublin would play on a tablet and I was quite amazed at how well she was doing. It made me smile so big watching her. I was beaming with joy deep inside, thinking how smart my baby girl is. Then it was time to work on repeating words and sentences. Some words came out clearly, while other words were more of a mumble. Still I could notice a difference in how she talks now from when she first started her therapy sessions.
The other night I was wide awake thinking of my birthday coming up in June, I’ll be 34. But that isn’t what got me, it is the fact that my little girl is growing up way too fast. I started to realize how old she really is and that she’ll be four soon; December. Then not too far from now she’ll be starting kindergarten. I tossed and turned most of the night, unable to sleep. I would see baby’s in the store and just smile and think how I remember my little girl being that tiny, it seems like it was a few months ago. But just recently I noticed she had grown a few more inches and could no longer fit in a few pairs of jeans.
I’m glad I am able to spend as much time as I can with her during the summer because the time that I’m in school is spent doing way too much homework and very little time with my daughter. We have four more days until we leave for Georgia to pick up my sister, then we’re off to Disney. I know she’s anxious to go and so am I.