Well, today’s vision therapy could not have gone much worse.
She refused to wear the prism goggles for more than a minute or two at at time. Not only did she kick, throw and scream, she attempted to toss all the folders and paperwork off of Bethanie’s desk with several angry sweeps of her little but surprisingly strong arm. I had to fight back tears most of the time. I enforced a much needed time-out and we ended the session early.
All is not lost, certainly. We realized that on the days we’ve done vision therapy in the afternoons, we make more progress with Stella. Having to wake her up, rush her through her morning routine and have her start these exercises after only an hour of wakefulness seems to be problematic. Next week, we have an afternoon appointment.
Today, I’m getting myself a treat. Today, I’m doing what I want to do and Stella is merely coming along for the ride. I need to focus on myself right now, because the hope and energy I put into her may be too much at times. Like today. I was so crushed. I know it’s definitely not true, but it feels like she just crapped on my head, for kicks.
In closing, for a future in which my dear daughter reading this: I love you so much Stella, even when you were a ruthless tornado in toddler form. That’s why days like today are so hard.