Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Letting Go of Expectations

When I excitedly showed Diana the supplies I purchased to make her binder cookbook, she was less than thrilled. Perhaps she saw my solicitation of her help with it as more work (we'd just finished her homework). Perhaps she was simply unable to visualize what I was even talking about. I need to learn to let go of my expectations.
Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
- Albert Einstein
My disappointment in her lack of enthusiasm is about me, not her. Her response was rather predictable; I've been here before. If I could simply learn to Be, let go of my expectations of her -- of everyone, really -- and appreciate what is rather than be disappointed in what is not, I think I'd be a lot happier. But I doubt I'll become Buddhist overnight...

Because I had the materials purchased, and because I am too damned stubborn to give up, I went ahead with my plans, and will allow her to love, loathe or ignore the results.

Raspberry-pink binder (clear cover, 1"), sheet protectors and coordinating papers.

The cover. The paper I got goes well with the binder; I'm pretty happy about that.

I ended up using a paint pen to outline the letters for Breakfast,
it was too hard to read against the patterned background.

Supper is mostly centered on the page (the design makes it look otherwise),
but Snacks is off-center, which bugs me.

With all the recipe sheets that she's come home with, in sheet protectors, as are the dividers.
Gluing on all those die-cut letters, trying to get them to be centered on the page and in a straight line took the longest. That was a bit of a pain.

I'm pleased with how it turned out. It will be easy to add more pages as they come home, and the sheet protectors will make it very functional to use. She'll see it when she gets home from school and sits down for her snack.

I'm trying not to anticipate her reaction.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Sea Change

Last night, on a whim, I asked Diana if she wanted some grapes with her cheese taco dinner, fully expecting her to say no. Imagine my surprise when she said yes! Then she ate one before she ate anything else. Then she refused to share any. Then she ate them all! Now imagine me trying not to make a big deal out of this, and make her refuse to eat anything healthy ever again.

This morning, I asked her if she wanted some grapes in her lunch. She tends to mumble, so she had to repeat herself a couple of times before I was certain she'd said yes. While she ate her frozen waffle breakfast (bleh, I know, but that's what she wants), I showed her a snack bag with about a dozen grapes in it. "This many grapes, or more?" "More." *gasp* Her lunch is 2 cheese tacos, a Nutri-grain strawberry fruit bar, a stick of string cheese, a treat (fun-size M&Ms or Hershey Bar) and a thermos of water -- every school day. If she wants to add grapes to that, I am completely OK with it!

Her response to "Smile!"

She's been eating a Flintstones vitamin with iron, because her pediatrician determined that she's slightly anemic. And eating them without complaint! She's been really good about eating corn, both on the cob and off. (Which reminds me, I want to do some research about prepping corn on the cob for the freezer...) This ready acceptance of the grapes is awesome! She's been asking for various felt foods, and because of the lack of griping about the vitamins and eating corn, I've been making the stuff without the caveat of trying something new first. The point wasn't necessarily to make her eat something new in exchange, but to get her to vary her diet, and add some plant material to it, which she has done. Maybe this is a sea change for her. Her diet is still limited, but if she's willing to add things, even slowly, that's growth! I'm proud of her.

2D felt food, lots of it.
3D felt food.
Prouder of some of it more than others...

She takes a real interest in her Foods & Nutrition class at school, so maybe that's got more to do with it than anything I'm doing at home, I don't know. Even though she expresses a real desire to cook, at home she's pretty reluctant to do anything. Maybe I'm not patient enough, or the things I'm doing are too complicated (too many steps, too long before the payoff). Maybe we should be making the recipes from her class (which come home as classwork papers). I should start collecting those papers into her own cookbook, in a binder, with page protectors. I think I have to run out and get felt the right color to make popcorn (yes, she asked me for felt popcorn), so I can get the binder and sheet protectors then.

Friday, October 5, 2012


A note came home with Diana last week, inviting us to attend a meeting about Special Olympics basketball. "All students enrolled in special education that want to play basketball are encouraged to attend. All skill levels welcome." She's always said that b-ball was her favorite in (adaptive) gym, so I asked her if she wanted to play. I have no idea if she understood the question I was asking her, but we're going to the meeting next week.

I think it would be an incredibly good experience for her. I can also foresee a lot of frustration on her part, as her idea of playing basketball (from what I have observed) means stealing all the balls and not sharing them. *shrug* We'll see.

Being an only child of antisocial parents, she could benefit a lot from the enforced social interaction of a team sport. It will get her out of the house (I'm assuming there will be practices involved, and games) and playing with kids her age. It will get her out from in front of her computer. (It will also get me out from in front of the computer, since I'll be the taxi driver.)

I am cautiously optimistic, knowing no more about it than I do.

We shall see...