Af-een

For a year and a half Fig has been receiving speech therapy twice a week. He has verbal apraxia. Here is an explanation from the Apraxic-Kids website:

Childhood Apraxia of Speech is a motor speech disorder. For reasons not yet fully understood, children with apraxia of speech have great difficulty planning and producing the precise, highly refined and specific series of movements of the tongue, lips, jaw and palate that are necessary for intelligible speech.

He qualifies for services provided by the State of NC until the age of three. Fig will be three on Monday. Today was his last day with his speech therapist, Miss Af-een. Translation: Mrs. Kathleen. There is no way to adequately thank her for all that she has done. This is the best we could do. This and a three year olds hug.

Dear Kathleen

We want to thank you for your investment and hard work with our little Fig. We have enjoyed our year and a half with you and will never forget you and your sweet family.

With all of our children, we dream and hope for perfection. We imagined a journey for each of them that is smooth, without pain or trials or challenges; a life of happiness, success and no struggles. Thank heavens we don't get all we ask for or dream of. In the absence of struggles, trials and challenges we would miss the biggest blessings God has planned for us. Kathleen, you are one of those blessings. I would not have chosen verbal apraxia for Fig, but PRAISE GOD that He created him the way He did. We have so much to be thankful for. I appreciate every word that he speaks. I savor the sound of his voice. I treasure the sweetness of his singing. All in ways I wouldn't unless he had this delay. I am especially grateful to have known you.

We all prayed for you even before we knew you - even before your were assigned to us. We prayed for a "good fit". We prayed for someone who would love Fig. We prayed for someone professional, knowledgeable, and exceedingly capable. We prayed for someone friendly... for someone nice and someone FUN! We experienced Ephesians 3:20 God is able to do exceedingly and abundantly more than we can ask or imagine. You are more than we could "dream up." We are thankful for you and your commitment to the children you work with.

I know that you have many more children that you see weekly - many more that you have seen in the years before meeting Fig, and there are many more to come. But you have made us feel special and loved, as if we were your only client. We will never forget you and the miracle God has done through you in Fig's life!

We love you,

Karen

God changed me

Bob Barnes came to Providence and held a 3-day conference on parenting. As always it was wonderful... convicting... but wonderful. He said many things that I had heard before, but needed to be reminded of. If you know me, you may have heard me say this: Don't be your child's consequence. This is one of the most powerful things I have ever heard on parenting. When I first heard it, years ago, I knew that God was using those words to change me. I tend to be a "yeller". When I yell at my children, I become their conseqence or punishment. I know this but tend to forget it when I discover peanut butter smeared into the carpet or when someone leaves their math binder at home....again. Bob Barnes gently reminded me that I want to be their Mommy, who is just as bummed as they are when they "blow it" and will be IN the punishment with them. "Oh No! Rosebud, I'm so sorry you forgot your binder again. Phooey...I LOVE to watch you play basketball and I will be SO disappointed that we have to miss your game. (No basketball is the predetermined consequence) I will stay home with you while Daddy takes the others to the gym. I'll even help you write an apology email to your Coach." Doesn't that sound much more effective than angrily yelling?
[By the way, Rosebud didn't really forget her binder or have basketball taken away...it's all good with Rosebud]

The second nugget I came away with from the Bob Barnes conference involves prayer. He said something about sitting on the edge of his kids' beds at the end of the day and spending a few minutes with them saying goodnight. During this time, the children tend to open up and share things about their day, their thoughts, and feelings. I was convicted. At the end of the day, I am looking forward to bedtime and having a few moments of quiet before going to bed myself. Unfortunately, I tend to hurry through the nighttime routine and rush them off to bed. Sometimes, I'm so busy with laundry or packing lunches for the next day that I will just let John handle it all. Well, John is out of town this week and it is just me. God has nudged me to seize the opportunites at bedtime and spend a few minutes lingering with each one of them. It has been precious time.

The first night was a little awkward. The thirteen and twelve year old are probably thinking, "What's up with Mom?" So in the awkwardness, I asked them if I could pray for them. No way would I have thought that up on my own. God put it there. How sweet to pray for them. Here is the quiet miracle that happened. I thought it was going to be for them...this whole thing...spending time on their bed...listening to them talk about their day...all for them. But it turned out to be a gift for me.

Our week has been sweet.
God changed me.