Missy's high peaked.
And you can imagine what happened next.
I am so grateful for those happy weeks where we were able to get close to the real kid. She is actually attaching. She can be peaceful. She can be a delightful child. It's more than just good to be able to interact with the child I just described.
The children's choir sang on Sabbath. She was thrilled to have new clothes, and new shoes and to sing in the choir. She was an enthusiastic singer. We had a fellowship meal afterwards and everything was just dandy.
Then she crashed in the parking lot on the way out. James sat the seat of the van she wanted and she had a complete melt down. The rest of us just kind of smiled and took it gently because we were quite aware of the extra high the morning had been for her and were well aware she couldn't maintain that forever.
The next morning she was still crashing and screamed for over thirty minutes about not wanting to feed the dog.
By afternoon she had it together and I think she might level out yet. But her birthday is coming. There's another high in sight :-)
I see much progress in every aspect of her life recently. I ran into her teacher at the grocery store and we both have seen huge improvement.
Everyone knows that it takes a lot of energy and vigilance to meet this child's needs. Not everyone understands though, how unwavering a parent needs to be, how absolute consistence is required.