About a year or so later, in May 2013, on the first official Apraxia Awareness Day, I stood next to her mom at the kindergarten graduation program. She gave me the sweet card pictured above, letting me know how much she appreciated me and the difference I’d made in her family’s lives (I still keep it in my desk, and pull it out to re-read on the extra tough days for a smile!). Together, we stood there, and watched that same freckle-faced cutie who used to squawk and be embarrassed to even attempt to say her name, sing with her peers in her end of the year kindergarten graduation program.
And that moment, right there, is why I am an SLP. Moments like that far outweigh the negatives, and I can’t imagine doing anything else for a career!
What a wonderful story! I remember that painful feeling of being new and knowing that was not the answer some parents/teachers wanted! I too have several pictures and cards that I keep in my desk to lift me up. Thanks for sharing one of your sweet stories! Emily
What a beautiful story!!
That "new" feeling is hard, but the feeling of gratitude from parents doesn't compare! I loved your story!