Ramblings of change for the new year
As I type this entry into the blog, the cream churns in the mixer. Butter is in the making. I recall some years ago, a small one throwing black beans into the mixer as the cream was being churned. That should have been a sign, lol she has been mischievous ever since! Her sense of humor is as vibrant as her fits of anger. She is 10 now, her mental age is about 8, her emotional age about 5 or 6. I will never forget the words of the therapists on our first visit last March, in unison they looked at each other and said "FASD", not so much to me, but to each other. I was bewildered. The acronym did not ring any bells. I looked at the two as if they had just landed on Earth from, perhaps, Mars? I asked, what does that even mean? As soon as I had, I had wished I hadn't. Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Disorder. Yes, now the acronym popped back in my head. I had heard of this, but only bits and pieces, I didn't know of any cases. Well, at least I hadn't. Working with the current ...