“With Sadie, I learned first hand that often times disabled children have the sweetest souls. It is impossible to explain exactly how I learned this, it is a type of knowledge that can not be passed on by any amount of words, you must learn through experience to fully understand.”
~Emily, babysitter to my friend’s daughter Sadie when Sadie was a little girl.
Sadie is now a teenager and Emily is majoring in Special Education~
Her petite size makes her accomplishments all the more delightful, her hugs and kisses all the more delectable…
…and her confident self-possession all the more amusing to us. If I plump up her pillow and don’t put it back in just the right place, she’ll take care of my mistake herself with her tiny little hands.
To casual observers, those who don’t interact with her closely every day, the charm of her personality and abilities are not obvious.
She’s like an unassuming forest flower whose delicate fragrance is easily missed by the wide, wide world.
She is reserved with those outside the family. She’s not a performer, by a long shot.
We’re thrilled that she has more spontaneous speech now than she did three months ago when she turned two. But she is still “slow to speak,” and when she does talk, she has a soft voice.
Most outsiders don’t get to hear her say much more than, “Hi.”
I feel like we were gifted the rarest kind of treasure, the kind that doesn’t blazon itself boldly to the world.
The kind that is cherished inside and pondered in the heart.
At times, we are taken aback by the abilities of this sweet and spunky snippet of a Musser girl.
“Verity, how many leaves are there? Count the leaves.”
I was standing at the stove putting the final touches on supper. Verity was sitting nearby with a stack of her most-loved possessions–her books. I kept glancing over so that I could talk about what she was seeing as she turned the pages.
She opened another book. I noticed that it was upside down and said, “Verity, your book is upside down. Turn it around.”
She immediately responded by turning the book around until it was right side up. When I praised her, she looked at me as if to say, “What’s the big deal, Mom? Of course I understood the meaning of what you said, made the connection between that and the book in front of me, recognized the problem, and then fixed it without help using my fine motor skills, all within the space of fifteen seconds!”