I see the moon and the moon sees me...

This evening I was washing my hands at the kitchen sink where the window looks out on the garden in my backyard. Above the trees the moon had just appeared, and I thought of how Annie used to like to look up at the moon and stars at night. Hmmm...maybe someday she'll do that again, I thought.

Things take time--that's something I've learned over and over since Annie got sick. The first year I was so driven to maximize all of her waking moments because, after all, the experts said whatever recovery she made in 12 months was all she'd achieve. Then I read 2 years--2 years is the outside time limit for any meaningful recovery from brain injury.

But tonight when I tucked Annie in to bed, she reached for her pink blankie and brought it up to her nose to smell the soft, familiar scent. Hmmm, that's new, I thought. And those sounds she made today while I was singing to her were new, too. Little, almost imperceptable changes, still happening 2 years post-injury.

Her schoolteacher, Amanda, asked me last week if I could come in for a meeting to update Annie's IEP. She said Annie's made some big changes since Christmas, and has met most of her goals, so it's time to make new ones. Like maybe looking up into the night sky at the moon and the stars?

Jean

Look up toward the sky.
Who created everything you see?
The Lord causes the stars to come out at night one by one.
He gives each one of them a name.
His power and strength are great.
So none of the stars is missing. Isaiah 40:26