On the other hand…

Little Miss remembered all week it was her birthday today; anticipating it, as well as the activities that might happen. (First time.)

She remembered and could articulate the story of her birthday last year, when we went to Perkins and they brought her a brownie with a candle and sang to her– the first year she could tolerate that kind of noise. She remembers her brother’s birthday is next week, and reminded him; two years ago she couldn’t follow a calendar.

At the ripe old age of 9, she decided after reading a magazine ad, that she would like to go to Build-a-Bear; she wanted the High School Musical bear that just came out. (How age-appropriate is that?!) She reminded me that after you buy the bear you can go to http://www.buildabear.com and play games. She even cut out the coupon in the magazine to save five bucks.

We went to the mall and got exactly what she wanted. She waited patiently in line and chatted amiably with some toddlers while waiting, even with the noise of the fluffer fan right in her ear. She chose exactly the outfit she wanted and didn’t make a spectacle in the store, running here and there. She spoke up and answered the sales people’s questions and typed the information for her own bear’s birth certificate. (It was all new to me–never did the Build A Bear thing).

After we left there, we went to see if Burlington had school clothes on clearance yet–they didn’t– but she prowled through the jewelry, calling my attention to pretty pieces and then helped me search through the purses to see if they had an organizer style. We found her a little halter dress and sequined sandals marked down, and she looked fabulous! She walked up and down the terrazzo like the models we’d watched on Project Runway last week.

When we found out the restaurant we went to had discontinued the birthday dessert surprise they had last year, there were no tears, no meltdown, and she patiently waited for us to pick up a cake on the way home. As her brothers each picked out a book at Borders, she accepted my explanation that she already had a whole load of new things and didn’t need a book too. No tears.

All the way home she chattered about assorted topics, this girl who doesn’t talk. We learned about the phases of the moon, the songs on the CD player, all about her bear…and even how they make chocolate milk. “They take the cows, and give them chocolate syrup. Then the cows shake themselves all up, and then everyone is happy, like chocolate milk.”

So it was an evening, other than a few language hitches, that she could have passed for neurotypical. Her emotional development seems to be in an expansive period. She had a great birthday, the more so because she remembers her past and can anticipate her future at last. She has a bear to cuddle and more memories to cherish. All I have to do is dwell less on the negative and more on the positive– and we’re all happy…like chocolate milk.


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  2. So that’s where chocolate milk comes from! I’ve always wondered.

    Sounds like it was a great day. I’m glad that she had such an awesome birthday.

  3. Oh, but it’s so hard at times to look at the positive, isn’t it? It sounds though, like your daughter is doing so, so well.

    Happy Birthday to her! 🙂

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