A day at my Dream Job

Today I was able to shadow a developmental specialist. I met her at her office in the morning, then we loaded up and head out to visit several families. The first little girl we visited was born premature and had been out of the Infant Toddler program because she was developing within the average range (sorry if this sounds like I am talking from a text book, but I jsut don't know any other way to say it). We gave her a full battery assessment to make sure everything was still good, and sure enough, she was right on track. The second home we visited was another full battery (by full battery I mean that you assess every area of development-self care, language, cognition, motor, ect.) to see if she qualified to be in the infant toddler program. Even though we were in a little trailer in cramped quarters, you could tell she was very much loved and had many fans. Our last stop was to a home of a little girl with no diagnoses but significan motor delays and vision problems. The mom forgot about the apointment but was luckily home. It wasn't long until I absolutley fell in love with this little girl. The developmental specialist I was shadowing had me work on turning pages with her. When we got to the end of one of her books, there was a mirror. I had her look in it and asked her who she saw. She said "Me!" I said, what do you see? She quickly resonded with "Pretty." She was exactly right. It seems like the little ones with the biggest challenges also see the greatest potential in themselves.

I have been worrying so much lately about what to do with my life and what a failure I feel like at times, but here I am, fully capable, no real excuse to not succeed. I learned a great lesson from that rigid, little, uncoordinated, pretty girl today. I can't help but think about why Christ spent most of his time preaching with the sick, blind, leporous, deaf, DISABLED people. They teach lessons with greater power than the most accomplished, literate men on earth ever could. I did discover a fault of mine that might become a big obstacle later. I might love these kids a little too much. A good thing, but a dangerous thing for my own mental health. Can i just adopt them all?