Symbols of hope
Every single flower in my old pots died this summer, apart from one, and it makes me smile when I'm out the back.
Help and respite
Smiley's lovely new social worker has finally got funding for an additional hour of help for Smiley in the evenings which will make an enormous difference. Together we can do a short programme of exercises with her every night, and hopefully the rest of the time can be spent doing an activity with my son.
She also secured some respite hours for Smiley during July. It's spread over a few days and is based in her school. She was there today, and was absolutely delighted with herself when I collected her this afternoon.
I've always had a bit of a mental block about swimming with Smiley as it's been tiring and stressful, even with the help of friends. But it's one of her favourite activities, so when I was invited to bring her for four supervised swim sessions, I signed up before I had time to think about it. And it was a swimtastic success: with the help of hoists and a physiotherapist, I got her in and out and showered without raising a sweat. Best of all, I finally found the head support she needs to swim independently. Go Smiley!!!!!