Another blog from my brave and wonderful daughter
I was having an ’emotional’ wobble day today.
You know the kind. When you worry you’re not doing something right. That you must be failing because nothing is coming together.
I was singing the same old nursery rhymes, doing the same actions. Asking Dixie the same old questions. Are you clapping Dixie? Where’s your nose? Can you poke out your tongue? Look at mummy banging on the tray. Can you?
Nothing but blank stares or a soft smile. No copying with the claps or the banging of the tray. And that is her usual response. On my wobble days I find it hard!
Nevertheless I pushed it down deep and carried on.
We moved onto some floor time. Some sitting. Only today that resulted in Dixie forcing herself backwards. Again.
I tried several more times. With her favourite toys, me sitting behind her, her sitting against the sofa. Every time…
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