Over the weekend Riley got up and got dressed, by herself. She then went to the bathroom, by herself. Next, she went out into the kitchen, by herself, and poured herself a breakfast of pumpkin seeds, raisins and peanuts. She also got her brother a bowl of cashews. She was happy, happy, happy.
We can’t think of one time that she screamed over the weekend. This morning she got up, dressed herself for school, did her vision therapy, ate breakfast, then worked on some art at the dining room table. Then, she jumped on the trampoline in the living room (yes we have a trampoline in the living room, who doesn't?)for a few minutes before going outside to wait for the bus.
As we stood there at the end of the driveway we did our little thing. We say two lessons from A Course in Miracles and we alternate words.
Seth watched from the living room window and we both sent him the I LOVE YOU sign with our fingers. He did it back, then pressed his nose to the window, making himself look like a little pig. Riley laughed.
Standing there in her pink coat, she kicked at the ground a couple of times and then asked, "What if I rode the bus home?"
You see....I’ve been picking her up everyday since the beginning of the year. Riding the bus in the morning when you are fresh is very different from riding the bus after a long day of sensory bombardment.
"That’s your choice Riley. If you ever feel like you’re ready to ride the bus home, we can talk to your teacher about setting it up."
"Well, I’m a little bit scared." She said quickly, squeezing the straps of her backpack tighter.
"It’s totally up to you. You don’t have to. You’ll know when you’re ready."
"Okay." she said, releasing her grip.
A minute later I kissed the top of her head and she climbed onto the bus. Still a bit awkward but she alternated her feet, which is a big deal to those of us "in the know." Alternating up the bus steps was different for her.
Riley has never fixed herself breakfast before. She's never woke up and walked out into the kitchen on her own. She usually needs a lot of redirecting to do simple tasks like getting dressed, and she often balks at going potty.
But the last three days she’s been doing it all herself.
We started week four of vision therapy today.
My heart is beating in the peace of God.