We ate breakfast at school this morning for the first time-Jillian and I. I took her to the Early Childhood Classroom at the public school so that she can begin to get used to being around other children and in a school environment. I worked it out with the wonderful teacher (my pastor's wife) and the school so that I could take her, stay with her, and eat in the classroom once a week.
It was hard not to cry today watching her sitting there at the breakfast table in the early childhood classroom at the public school. Jillian sat in the little chair at the miniature sized table next to me. She was comfortable. She was watching the children around her. She signed more. She signed eat. She played her elbows game trying to engage the others at the table though they had no idea what she was doing. She gave a boy a high five who came up to her to talk. She even fed herself a few bites.
As I sat there thinking over the last year and just how far she has come..it is hard for this momma not to cry. A year ago, she couldn't have even walked into that school building without screaming and melting down. She couldn't have even begun to sit at a table full of children. She couldn't have let a spoon in her mouth, eaten solid food, or even thought of feeding herself. How can it be that God has allowed me to witness such a miracle and even be a part of it happening?
Despite the fact that she has doubled her weight in the last year and grown by leaps and bounds..she is a tiny, little peanut compared to the others in the class. I just can't help, but think what could of happened to her if she hadn't come home to us. I thank God everyday she is here and that she is ours. I thank God even more that He is allowing her to make such huge strides and that He is allowing His light to shine through her.