Wednesday, January 05, 2011
I am currently experiencing what most of us rarely do.
I have another mother of trauma RIGHT HERE in my park.
She is also crazy amazing in a million other ways, but that's a novel all to itself.
Anywho, her neuro-typical daughter (despite having those two as parents -- bu-dum-bum-CHING!) and my daughter from the hard places have become total BFFs. For several weeks now, they have built and maintained a beautiful, healthy, age-appropriate friendship.
My child has certainly done many things to try to sabotage it, but ONLY WITH US. Not with her friend.
And now they have this really great friendship, and I think my gal is starting to actually see and think that she deserves such a thing.
So, my friend's daughter has a birthday this week. She wanted to take my daughter to a movie. Yeah, you see where I'm going with this. You already know what a HUMONGOUS thing it is that this friendship is even happening and continuing as well as it has. Now, throw in a birthday celebration ... dun-dun-duuuuuuuuun.
But you want to know why I'm writing? Want to know why my heart is exploding?
Because my friend (mom to said neuro-typical child) planned the birthday outing a day early without my daughter knowing a thing. Because she knew that would help her and alleviate one more day of temptation to sabotage and destroy the good thing.
And when I told my daughter today, "Hey, time to get ready. You are going TODAY! In about a half hour. And S's family thought it would help you to go a day early, to take away some of the stress. I knew it too. Hope it's okay we planned it that way."
And she felt love. And she expressed regulated appreciation that her friend's family would care enough to do that. And she and her friend dolled up and went giggling and skipping out the door.
And I can't cry for all the smiling.
If you are a therapeutic parent, you know what a gift this was to me and my child. You know what a gift it is to just be around someone who knows and understands and then actually ... arranges their schedule for the sake of your child?!?
I'm sure there will be some regression for the next day or two.
And I could care less.
(photos by the kickin-A, trauma mama friend, Slow Pony Home)