Yesterday she looked over during her therapy session and saw me hand her sister an eraser.
Now the thing about erasers is that they're just about one of the most appealing things in the world to Mae. First off they're the perfect size. They fit in her hand just right. And she loves toys/objects/just about anything that fits in her hand that way. Secondly, they're the right texture and flexibility. They're smooth and also bendy enough to be interesting.
So when she saw me hand the eraser to Sadie she sprinted across the room and proceeded to try to steal it from her sister. Her therapist quickly said: "Mae why don't we find a block to go in your hand." and much to my surprise Mae stopped and backed away from the table before turning and running straight across the room to a small plastic bag that was filled with one of her therapy activities for the day. Inside, the bag held four animals and a red lego.
While the red lego was obviously what Mae was thinking off when she went for the bag, she quickly put it to the side as the animals captured her attention. "Dog. Tiger. Cat. Hippo." She picked up each animal and put it in a line. We'd never heard her say hippo. In fact I'm fairly certain I'd never heard her spontaneously say any of those words. She glanced over and at me and smiled proudly.
|She found two of her sisters old pairs of tights|
and put them on over her sleeper.
She was definitely having
a sensory sort of day!
Then she showed me how she could match objects. She's been matching picture cards with objects, like a picture of a couch with our couch, a picture of a television with our television. Now she had six cards in front of her and she beamed as she was handed a card for a chair and quickly matched it with a table. Next she matched a card with a backpack with a school bus, a slide with a swing, a diaper with a picture of a toilet and two others that completely escape me right now.
After matching them she turned again and smiled at me, obviously very pleased with herself for knowing the answers, and happy to have my attention while Sadie read her "fun" book for the morning. Her therapist told me that when they first added the cards they'd worried some might be too abstract (like bus and backpack, since Mae doesn't really have any experience with how those things would be connected) but that she got them right away.
And of course there was this. She drew this during therapy earlier this week. She loves to draw... and I'm fairly certain that this is Boots (from Dora):
Perhaps the best part however, is that none of those moments were the best part of the day. The best part of the day came when she walked over and stood by James' head while I was holding him and looked down at his face tenderly. She touched his cheeks gently, resisting the urge to squeeze them (you can always tell she wants to, but she's been battling the impulse of those pinchable little cheeks) and then said "Love, love, love" softly while continuing to gaze at him.
Love is exactly right. There was nothing I could have loved more about that moment! While I'm proud of how much she's learned, how she can identify all the letters in the alphabet and loves to count and can tell me she's four and can say that her name is "Mae!" in a sweet little sing song voice, my favorite thing to see is her love when she gazes at her little brother! It's such a wonderful gift!