I've decided to ease my transition back into blogging by joining up with Five Minute Friday. The prompt this week is "listen" and this is my love letter to Ladybug, who is experiencing undue frustration with one of her speech therapists.
I’m so sorry, Bug.
I know how frustrating it is to not be able to communicate your wishes. To not be heard. Adding insult to injury, now we’ve gone and changed all the rules to this tremulous language. I want you to know that we’re still listening. I want you to know that it’s okay to be mad. To pout and shout and tell us, however you need to, that we have it wrong.
I still remember the first time you refused me. I offered you all the usual favorites. You turned your head “no” to each book, so much that I had to double-check that, yes, you did want to read. Just not those. When it finally clicked, and I remembered the story we had started in another classroom, hours before, I was awestruck. “Yes!” Your little arm shot up, as though you had been ready for this moment, confident that I would eventually understand. I was honored that you trusted me enough to say “no.”
Thank you for your patience. Thank you for trusting me to listen. Please, please don’t stop trying. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, my friend, but we’re going to get through this. If there is one thing you have taught me over the past few months, it’s that everyone’s voice deserves to be heard. (Even my own. Even though I sing off-key and can’t remember the words.) So I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make people LISTEN. Also? I will continue to do a little victory dance every time you defy expectations. You go girl.
Love and admiration,