I’ve often used this blog to talk about my elder daughter, and how often I worry that I’m not doing the right thing by her. She is clever as hell and beautiful like a painting.
Yesterday, Georgia brought home her NAPLAN results.
I don’t know if you can see them, but the black dots are the individual results. In short, she scored off the charts in 4 out of 5 areas, on both the language and maths sides.
To say I’m proud is a huge understatement, but there is something else that I’m even more pleased with today.
We’re currently in the process of having her assessed for spectrum disorders, but while we do that we’ve been working with her as much as we can on the socialising side of things (I am a terrible socialiser with foot in mouth dysentery, so Michael and Gaz have mostly been doing this).
She’s made a friend at basketball. A friend she made on her own. A friend she whispers secrets to and puts her arm around. A friend who rushes to see her every Saturday morning.
And this afternoon they’re going to the movies together.
That’s my real proud mother moment.
