Maybe A Come-back, Oh, And Thoughts on A Daughter.

Three miracles happened today. Miracle One: I blogged. Am blogging. That in itself is miraculous. Considering that I have a 1 year old who not only walks but runs now, climbs, is very adventurous, not at all shy of people or new places, it is a miracle that I have blogged. But also considering that I've just moved only two weeks ago and am already finding time to blog...well, no one can doubt the existence of miracles NOW, right? And I have this really ambitious intention to begin blogging again. Regularly. Readers or no. Because I like it.

Miracle Two: We bought Daphne school shoes. On the FIRST try! If you don't know Daphne, then you don't know that she is quite...strong-willed. She has a definite mind about what she wants and it seldom if ever includes input from anyone else, especially her parents. She also has a sensory disorder where everything must be soft, flexible, comfortable, lacking in seams, buttons, snaps, rivets, or anything else that "feels weird," which most everything does when you have a sensory processing disorder. Last summer, the ONLY shoes she would wear were a pair of Crocs. This summer I bought her the exact same Crocs, but they "felt weird" and she would not wear them. I have literally 8 pairs of completely pristine, unworn shoes I've bought her over the last year that she has rejected on one ground or another. They're too small, they're too big, they're too shiny, they pinch, they fall off when I run...the list goes on. So imagine my extreme surprise when we took her to Target today and the first pair of shoes we picked out and tried on her she accepted! I don't chalk it up to the shoes. I chalk it up to her new meds. Whatever it was, I was overjoyed.

Miracle Three: Daphne slept in her covers. Regular sheet and blanket covers. I think the last time this happened was two or maybe three years ago. For some reason (related to her sensory disorder as well as her majorly active imagination), she decided a while back that she had to have her soft blankie (a fleece blanket she's had since about age 3) tucked into the bed between the sheet and her. She liked the feel of it, I suppose. She put it between herself and the sheet so often that it became ratty. I really REALLY wanted to 
throw it awayaccidentally misplace it in the wash. But then, in a miracle of its own, for Christmas a year ago, she got a new soft, fleece blanket from her teacher at church that she liked BETTER. The old one was replaced. But the new one only lasted a couple of months until she fell asleep with silly putty on it one night. We bought her a new fleece blanket and that lasted a couple of months until, one night, she had a dream about spiders in the bed. And from that day forth, she wouldnt' sleep in the covers at all. Only on top with her fleece blankie. She always kicked it off in her sleep and woke up cold, but nothing we said would convince her to get back in the covers. It's been at least 9 months that since that change. And then, for her birthday 2 months ago, she got an owl towel from her Auntie Sara. Little did I suspect this would become her new favorite bed cover. But it did. A big brown towel with one corner made into a hood the shape of an owl's head. And that's ALL she would sleep with. No sheet, no comforter, no fleece blanket. Nothing but this owl towl wrapped part way around her. Until tonight. Bizarrely, when I went to tuck her in (i.e. put her owl towl on her head), and told her it was in the wash, she said, "It's OK, Mom. I'm going to sleep in the covers tonight." That's it. No owl towel, no fleece blanket. Just IN the covers--sheet, comforter, girl. Period.

But still two pillows, a box of tissues, two lights on, and 25 stuffed animals.

Sometimes the small miracles are the best ones of all.