Avery is seven and I still help her dress in the morning. It’s not that she can’t do it. Most of it anyway—buttons and zippers are still a challenge. I just can’t seem to stop “helping.” Hello, control freak. However, I understand that she needs the chance to learn to do things on her own, so lately I’ve been laying out her clothes and allowing her to get dressed on her own, no matter how long it takes.
This morning, Avery chose her own clothes all by herself!
I wish I had a video of her jumping through her doorway out into the hall, arms overhead, legs outstretched in a victorious V-stand, grinning from ear to ear shouting, “Tah dah! I dressed!”
Halloween t-shirt, underwear on backwards and inside-out, one long brown sock, one short white sock, and no pants. She was ready for school.
Since we have a strict “you must wear pants in public” rule, I suggested she put something on (after she rearranged her underwear). She returned wearing a pair of her brother’s basketball shorts. Better, but not quite.
When you have a child who has developmental delays, every new achievement no matter how big or small warrants celebration. Even if this means they’ll go to school in May wearing a Halloween t-shirt and pants that are too short, it’s worthy of a high-five and a “you go girl!”
P.S. The title of this post makes me want potato chips desperately…