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One.

Dear Maya,

One year old. How is this possible? One year ago, after nearly 4 days in labor, 2 days in the hospital, and about 16 hours so entrenched in pain and exhaustion that I didn’t speak or open my eyes, I heard “4:07! 4:07!” I came to, realizing they were shouting the time. Because you were here. When they finally brought you over to me, I was so nervous. But I held you, and kissed you, weeping, terrified and madly in love.

We took time to get in a groove. Feeding was rough, sleeping was rough, it took me nearly a month to fully recover physically, and just as long emotionally. But once we clicked, oh, did we click. We are attached at the hip, you and me, and I couldn’t be happier.

I wanted so bad to be a mom, to have a baby. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would get a baby like you. You surpass everything I could’ve hoped for.

You’re hilarious. You crack yourself up and you crack me up. You know when you’re being funny. You growl and click your tongue and make silly noises. You devour your food, or you very deliberately toss it over the edge of your highchair when you’re not in the mood. You are walking all around, and while exploring you always toddle back for a hug. You self-entertain but you love coming over to give me a toy or have me join in. You love books. You love being outside. You wave hello to the tree in the parking lot where we park at school. You love day care. You love your family. You exclaim with delight when you see the cats. You say “all done” and clap.

I could go on and on.

I can’t believe it’s been a year. I worry I haven’t been present enough, cherished each moment enough but deep down I know I have. I just want infinite time with you.

Here’s what I know: if it continues on the same trajectory, our time together is just going to get better and better.

I am the luckiest. I don’t know why the universe decided I would get to be so lucky, but I am thankful every moment of every day.

You are my very best accomplishment, the best gift I have ever received.

I love you with all my heart.

Happy Birthday, sweet girl.

Love,
Mama

Learning rambles

This is going to be incoherent but I have to write before I lose the thoughts and the concepts deep into the folds of my brain, never to be even partially articulated. 

I’m reading a book. It’s called Your Brain on Childhood, by Gabrielle Principe. I’ve only read about 60 pages so far, but I’m captivated. It’s very research-heavy, citing lots of studies regarding child development, animal development, and ultimately the clear theme is that our kids aren’t being kids. Between phones, ipads, computers (all screens), lack of true “play” time (which is actually a necessity for kids! It’s how they learn – truly learn! Not just memorize what they’ve been taught), and a push to be fastersmarterwisermoredeveloped, we’re causing more problems than we’re solving. In trying to help our kids be smart and brilliant and successful, we’re actually doing the opposite sometimes.

Now, I speak as someone who is NOT a researcher, not an expert in human development, not (yet) a mother. So I can’t speak with fact or certainty. But I can speak intuitively, and I can speak from experience, with about a zillion kiddos, all across the spectrum.

And I can observe. And notice what is hardly a surprise: that the rise in learning disabilities is increasing. That more and more kids are on IEPs. That more and more kids are falling behind in school, and more and more kids are hating school. That anxiety and depression are consuming kids younger and younger. I can’t convince myself that this is random, that there’s no reason behind this. Why is it, well, I can’t state with certainty. But from my observations, of my own students and my friends’ children? I’m observing the amount of homework is increasing. That kids have less and less time to play. That more of an emphasis is placed on MCAS and other state testing. That the “fun” units can’t be taught in school because there’s no time. That kids are taught rules and things to memorize but there’s no time to learn what they want. There’s no more time to learn naturally. 

I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that my most successful speech/language therapy sessions are the ones in which we veer off course and have a completely child-directed, randomly-flowing, session. It can’t be a coincidence that my students seem to learn more when we’re talking about something that they brought up or noticed. It can’t be coincidental that what they seem to retain most comes from natural learning opportunities, and often ones they have brought upon themselves.

I don’t know what else to say. There are clearly a lot of thoughts in my head and I realize this is anything but coherent, and probably full of vast accusations and gross generalizations. But I gave you the disclaimer that this is based on absolutely no fact, nothing but my own brain, my life, my experiences. I’m sure they’ll be more to come, more to say, and maybe some cohesiveness eventually. But in the meantime?

Does anyone else, whether you’re a student, a professional, a parent, get this? Feel the same way? Totally disagree? Tell me your thoughts. It’s okay if they’re not based on anything other than the neurons firing in your head.