This past April Rhema had a birthday party. On many of the cards she received, kids from her class had written their names or “Happy Birthday” or some other brief note. As I went through the cards, I felt a growing panic. Rhema can’t write her name. She cannot even imitate a stroke or hold a pencil properly. Oh no. Will she ever learn? Will she ever learn to read and write?? I had forgotten to worry about this.
These are the kind of thoughts in which a friend of mine raises her hand (as in a Diana Ross & the Supremes Stop-in-the-Name-of-Love gesture) and quips, “Not helpful.” In other words, “Don’t dwell on the future in which you have no control. Just trust God, girl!”
Still learning that this is not a race, and I don’t have to play “catch-up.” That I can be truly thankful and cherish every little, precious step forward.
Rhema “scribbles.” Sometimes as she scribbles, I hear her mimicking, “DawALine, DawALine.” She has heard the phrase “Draw a Line” from her OT so many times that she associates it with any sort of coloring – she could be making circles or squigglies or zig-zags. It’s all “DawALine.”
Last week Rhema’s school sent me the laminated picture above. The back of the picture is labeled,
It made me feel all weepy.
It’s a tiny step, but she’s on her way, y’all.
How do I begin to thank the wonderful individuals who work with my little one day in and day out? They teach her, and take care of her, and guide her with loving patience. I am indebted for life. If anyone has figured out how to thank these angels, please let me know.
The way B (Rhema’s teacher) is holding her arm up in the picture reminds me of an Old Testament story in which the people of Israel were in a fierce battle. Moses watched the battle from a hilltop, and whenever his arms were raised, the Israelites were winning. Whenever he lowered his arms, the Amalekites prevailed. The passage says, “When Moses’ hands grew tired… Aaron and Hur held his hands up–one on one side, one on the other–so that his hands remained steady till sunset.” (Ex 17:12) And the Israelites won the battle.
Thank you to all of the Aaron’s and Hur’s in our life for “holding up our arms”. You are the teachers, therapists, family and friends who continue to come alongside and hold up our arms when we get tired and discouraged in the midst of the battle. With the blessing of your love, your prayers, your encouragement, your commitment to our family…
we have already won.
Thank you, B.