From the archives!
Music therapy is awesome! Mr. Rob plays his guitar making music for us. Mom gets to sing, too. I am in charge of how many lines go. I have to sing the last part, which makes more words form in my head. Managing to say words in my head is major because that’s the first step in talking.
Mom and I sing all week to practice. Mom does Home [Phillip Phillips] and Hey Brother [Avicii] and Rihanna [Stay] and Firework [Katy Perry] and Scarborough Fair and Seven Years [Lukas Graham] on the piano which we learn from Miss Amy, my piano teacher. I knocked her socks off this week!
Anyone struggling to talk should try this. I’m amazed at my progress. Music rocks!
[What do you want to write about?] Maybe my being nervous about many things.
I’m always sure I’m going to make a mistake when it’s time to do something new. My brain insists I will fail so I don’t want to try. Maybe that might get in the way of my talking. I’m mostly worried about failing. My thinking is that I need help more than I do.
But if I am honest, I’m mostly making myself hate new things to make them go away. Then I never have to fail. But that gets boring. So here’s my new method: I’m going to tell myself to try and remember how mom hated teaching at first and dad give her tips and now she loves it. I’ve already seen this work for me with piano. I love it!