Sunday, 26 February 2012

A Leap of Faith...

As surely as if I had been nudged awake, I wake up and notice that I'd (again) nodded off on the sofa... It seems to have become a regular occurrence, since Mum (in-Law) went to India and I'm in-charge of my days (and nights!). After over two years of doing night shifts, I've hopelessly messed my sleeping pattern. Now, I just get some shut-eye for about three-four hours at a time, and then "..O O.." my peepers just fly open...
"Well today is Saturday, so there's no need to jump into the shower", I reminded myself, for beginning the (school-related) daily dash..


As the birds twitter outside, and the day breaks over the world (well, this part of the world, at-least), all I contemplate is whether to go running or biking, wake up the kids at eight or nine, and whether its better to let them wake up naturally... Idly, I reached out for my Samsung Notebook, which was on power-saving mode, with the favourites still open, earphones still plugged into my ears... I get up, brush my teeth, freshen up and sit down again, nestled comfortably under Raj's favourite downy, fleece white n blue blanket and start reading and writing- preparing to commit to memory the day that was...


It was the culmination of a long two weeks' wait, yesterday. I visited a School which I'm hoping, my daughter will soon join, flourishing in the care she'll receive there. This is not to say that her current School is inadequate;  it is, simply put, time to move on into the best environment for her today. Yes, it is a Special Needs school, and yes, my child, although as yet undiagnosed, is known to have significantly specific difficulties with her Gross and fine Motor Skills, Social Communication, Language (both expressive and receptive, i.e-in terms of speaking and understanding) and Proprioception and Behaviour...


In my understanding of the broad scope of the term ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), I suspect, as does her paediatrician, (although she's reluctant to put it in as an official diagnosis as yet), that my child is somewhere on the AS. She believes that Shivangi may, in future, present with a Dyslexic profile, and is, at present, struggling with her gross and fine motor skills and bi-lateral coordination (which explains her difficulty in writing, reading, eating etc).To the jargon-proficient this might sound easy enough, yet to those like me who seek to simplify things, especially when they are being used to describing my own child, it is a case of unscrambling the 'lingo' to get to the bottom of the intent. 


I arrived at the school with my children's school SENCO and Family Worker- a dear Lady and a genuinely warm person named Mrs Wendy Austin. The fact that Wendy offered to drive me there with them, instead of me taking a bus route into town and finding my own way to the school, was extremely sweet of her...(particularly because my 'time-window' was too narrow; school starts at 0845 and from the kids' school to the new school, a bus would have taken me atleast an hour....). As we reached the school and disembarked, i looked around the silent, peaceful grounds which were nestled along the edge of a hill. Vast grounds overlooked the valley beyond where the city lay, shrouded in the morning mist. The school was situated on a lovely hill-top with a panoramic view of the whole city below. I  looked around and not only liked what I saw, but also felt a peaceful feeling in my heart, that told me my baby would be really happy if she could play, learn, laugh and explore in this kind of an environment...! We walked in through the quiet reception, and waited to see the Headteacher, who emerged from her office to greet us with a lovely smile. We introduced ourselves and sat down and the SENCO told her about my reason for visiting. she asked me if I wanted to know something about the school, look around and walk through it with her, visiting classes, meeting children and teachers in classrooms and see how I felt?! I nodded, and then I tried to take-in and absorb what the headteacher said about the way the classes were run and the curriculum managed, around the school.


On my tour of the school, It looked truly special, from the relaxed, calm atmosphere, to the masterful works of art displayed on the walls- from a huge canvas- oil paints in all the primary colours splashed across, to mind-blowing effect, (as my 'design-orientated' eyes looked for abstract patterns and shapes) to a masterfully painted 'spider-man' like abstract one, done by a seven year old boy in ten odd minutes (The writing on the mount, in the frame told me as much)...In the small groups of children, in the teachers' interacting with two-three students in groups as they did their lesson-related activities and in the massive grounds, edged by tall trees, overlooking the city below beyond the fence, I could easily picture my child feeling more calm, participating,in, and more importantly, feeling good about the things the other children were doing.


Just as some plants need more attention and care to grow, whilst others thrive with the odd dash from a watering can, and grow like a weed, it is my belief as a mother, that some children need more support than others to realise their potential. These are the children who, by God's will or grace; call it what you will, are differently-able in life... These children are the chosen ones, the one thrown a 'challenge'  by God, to see how the rest of us 'lesser' mortals cope!! As a mother of a child with a difficulty, it is extremely hard to keep things in perspective sometimes. Others can get away with blaming her behaviour on her stubbornness, her naughtiness or her attitude on her behaviour; I can begin to make sense of it and react in the right way only by remembering she is not deliberately doing this...She is trying, her damned best to make head or tail of the world as she sees it. As her mother, I know she mimics speech, copies phrases, imitates reactions and mirrors affection. She smiles; a LOT...! She is affectionate, lovable and very closely connected with her 'emotional' self. She feels remorse, but vents her feelings like a volcano, she feels tidal waves of love and wants to hug us and others, but is sometimes so strong in her holding of people, they feel stifled. Then, their reaction hurts her feelings and she bursts into tears and screams out at us all... she can make me smile, just by virtue of me thinking of her! She can also make people laugh out loud; she has a terrific sense of humour and can even laugh at herself. 



For me, this is a massive Leap of Faith, across the chasm of my near and dear ones' doubts, aspersions, blame and guilt. I tried to reason, resolve and involve them, sharing the reports, the schedule of meetings, Parent Partnership coffee-mornings, appointments and therapy sessions which only I attended with her all these years...When all I got in reply was a "I have to go to work so I can't be with the two of you, but whatever you feel is right is right by me" (hubby) and "you're wrecking your own child's future by your own hands", and "I'll tell her, when she's grown -up, YOUR mum put you through all THIS..." (M-i-L)...I decided, in my heart- NOW I MUST DO... the TIME to THINK is over....My mind made up, I wrote to the relevant department, following my gut, my instinct and my heart, all of them telling me, in unison, to go for it! My letter done, the attachments printed, and the referrals made, I am waiting to hear from the lady whether or not it is going to work out all right. Besides, it has to be His (God's) will, too. 



In my letter, to Mrs. Rosie Newberry, at the Children and Learning Department, I wrote:

                 
Dear Mrs Newberry,


I would like to apply for a place for my child, Shivangi Sarvaiya, aged 7.5yrs at Richmond Hill School, Luton. I took the opportunity to visit the school last month. This visit was facilitated by my daughter’s present school, Chantry Primary School, Luton. The visit was suggested by Ms V Lloyd, of Luton Parent Partnership, as a result of my observation of Shivangi’s behaviour at home and in my interactions with her teachers and T.As, Headteacher and Family Support Team at school. That she is not making progress, academically or otherwise, in the current Mainstream educational Setting, despite her School’s best efforts has been clear to me for some time now. 


Given her level of difficulties, she has had the dedicated 1to1 support in her classes and lessons (as suggested in her Statement of SEN). She also participates in and enjoys the activities and therapy she has been accessing both at school and in the community, such as Occupational Therapy, ‘BRAINBEATS’ Music Programme, PECS etc. However, she is still functioning way below her peer-age level and, as her mother, I suspect this has impacted negatively in her behaviour towards others, be they adults or children. It is a constant source of worry to me, that she should fall so far behind her educational curriculum that it becomes impossible to integrate her into an age-appropriate setting in future. It is with this worry that I have turned to you. I hope that in your experience, knowledge and understanding of children’s needs you may be able to see what I cannot resolve as just a mother and, in your capacity and role with the Department of Children and Learning can help me do the best for my child. 


Shivangi’s special needs have, no doubt, been adequately studied, identified and looked into and given the level of complexity of her needs and her age the Specialists’ Recommendations are being sincerely implemented both at home and school. Her Statement of SEN, states that she has difficulties with her gross and fine motor skills, proprioception, semantic and pragmatic language difficulties, and behavioural problems (mostly seen in her social Interactions) . She also mimics speech, copies peoples’ words or phrases, imitates reactions (if I get upset she gets upset, and if I get angry and reprimand her, she turns back instantly and says it right back to me!) but her biggest ‘gift’ is that she mirrors affection and loves giving hugs. She smiles a lot and talks to anyone she wants to, whether she knows them or not! She makes friends easily as well…


You may know all this from the relevant documentation of the professionals involved, their reports etc and I am probably not telling you anything new in that regard. My sole aim today is to tell you how and why I feel Shivangi would be fortunate to go to Richmond Hill School, come September. As a Special School in the Borough of Luton, it is quite remarkable. Richmond Hill School has a calm and relaxed atmosphere, something that Shivangi needs. I noticed, on my tour of the school, how classes were run, from the specialist resources, to lessons that were tailored specifically to the children’s individual needs. There was ample support from Teachers and T.As in classes with four or five adults and just eight or nine children in the classes. This would be ideal for my child, as she currently has adult support in class on most occasions. The lovely, spacious grounds of the school, with the vegetable garden, play equipment, outdoor activities organized for the children to participate in, all would be something Shivangi would greatly benefit from. I can easily picture my daughter feeling calm and participating in all these activities, and most importantly, feeling good about the things other children were doing, and being able to do them by herself, too.


The Head Teacher at Richmond Hill, Mrs Jill Miller mentioned how the school makes regular trips and visits to bring the children out in varied social settings and activities that familiarize them with the outdoors. The School organizes many trips to various kinds of educational and social settings, so that the children can become more comfortable in noisy, busy places, find their way around with adult guidance and supervision and feel more secure. It resonate with me as I too, try and take her out with me as much as I can, be it to Town, a Park, or simply grocery-shopping with me and each subsequent trip becomes a little more easier as she knows what to expect.


Her school, Chantry Primary School, has soldiered on, since she was in nursery, to provide her with a high level of support and help her with tasks she may find difficult. From things like demonstrating how to do up her coat buttons, or zip up her jumper without getting frustrated, holding a pencil correctly and mark making, to encouraging desirable behaviour by giving her sticker-chart to maintain and an activity of her choice as a reward. All the credit for her progress so far goes to her teachers, T.As, and all the staff who have supported both her and my family at Chantry School. She was always included in activities, lessons and trips, making me grateful, for all that they have done.
I now feel that Shivangi is at the stage in her education where she needs the specialist support that would be available at a special school as the gap between her and her peers in a mainstream school setting, widens.  I feel that Shivangi would benefit greatly from attending a Specialist Educational Setting such as Richmond Hill School. I, therefore, would request you to consider this the heartfelt application from a parent wth a young child, who is following her instincts, her heart and puts her faith in you. My husband and I, both, await your response.


Yours sincerely,


Mrs Ruchita Sarvaiya.




Saturday, 18 February 2012

Rani turns a 'Sweet Oh - Six'


Rani at the age of 3
Rani, my baby...
Crept into this world on a cold february morning with a whirlgig labor that lasted just over  five hours.. Her Daddy stood by,holding my hand when she arrived.. almost painlessly...easily and a miracle happed to me again. The cool morning light, illuminated the labour room we were in, I almost fell asleep in the relaxed atmosphere, with the drifting-away feeling brought on by some sleepy 'Gas n Air' 
We took her home in the evening and big-sis gave her a hug....we revelled in her tinyness and made her warm and snug.. Rani, who always looked at everything, silently, with her big, beautiful eyes and her luscious curls... Rani; always an angeic baby who grew silently watching.., learning, ...following big sis as most second kids do...She loves beyond measure, lives without restraint,and passes on her infectious love of life, 
Rani.. the no-trouble kid, Rani, the giver-of-hugs and kisses. When I'm down, she's a symathetic,  sweet and understanding little daughter,
Rani the articulate, the soft-spoken...the affectionate hugger and distracted thumb-sucker!

sigh, SHE's now SIX..
We play with the Toy Library 'Shopping -Till", in Summer, 2010

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Tales of a Bedtime-Story...



Sometimes, the only way forward, is to look back.....



One cold night last week, an hour or so before I left for work, I got busy with the kids' bedtime routine, in a well intentioned, slip-them-into-it-slowly ritual of a bath, warm glass of milk, and the promise of a much-loved story in bed. When I took them both upstairs, I had been meaning to tuck them into bed and talking to them about WHY it is important that they stay there and try and get to sleep...
After weeks of argumentative arm-twisting (I mean that figuratively, of course!), pleading, bargaining, etc, I started talking to them before reading them their much loved book of stories....

For a very long time, I've read a bedtime story to my daughters every night that I'm at home which presented me with some peculiar difficulties-
First, there was the question of the choice of story- a subject, book or title, on which both of them were always at odds. Most of the time, We'd take turns from day to day, but the discussion preceding the selection was always fraught; something I endeavored to avoid. I believe strong emotions like anger, discord and bickering cause are best avoided so close to bedtime.
Then there was the whole situation- I couldn't possibly read without decent lighting, and that made it harder for them to drift off to La-La Land as I read to them...!
Third, the story would end, the lights would be dimmed, and after a few cuddles and kisses, I would slip out of their room, still wondering if they would be able to drift off to sleep...

Thinking about all these, I got ready to read to my kids, waiting for a moment of 'inspiration' when none came...so I turned to them, book in hand. As I suspected, their eager, beautiful, bright-eyed little faces took my firm "I'm-SO-in-charge-right-now' words away... my mind blank, wordless and still.
"...Shall I tell you what my Ba used to do when we were kids??" I asked them tentatively.
They nodded, smiling, and I could see why- they were probably trying to imagine me as a kid, I guess!!
I told them how all  of  us slept with our Ba, (Grandmother) and listened to her saying a prayer for all of us at bedtime, I smiled as I remembered days when she patted my face lovingly, as I cried myself to sleep, or, as I recollected with a laugh, nights when she 'floated' in, frown at all of us cousins, telling us off for giggling and talking, huddled on the living room floor, 'camping style' on rare but monumental, memorable occasions in the holiday calendar!

As we always slept together, my memories of sleep-time all go hand-in-hand with her voice, her caress on my face and her big, safe hug..I can still smell her clean cotton saree, and hear her voice as she'd say a prayer-

"ઓમ નમઃ શિવાય, ઓમ નમઃ શિવાય..." (as she got ready to sleep), followed by the beautifully simple Gujarati prayer that both my parents remember from their own childhood days..

ઓ ઈશ્વર, ભજીએ તને, મોટું છે તુજ્હ નામ,
ગુણ તારા નિત ગાઇએ,
થાય અમારા કામ. 
હેત લાવી હસાવતું, 
સદા રાખ દિલ સાફ,
..ને ભૂલ કદી કરીએ અમે 
તો, પ્રભુ, કરજો માફ..."

(O Lord, we pray to you; your name is, itself, so vast and your glory so blissful...that our tasks always get done as we dwell on you always...
Lord, make us loving and kind and keep our hearts pure,
and, if we make mistakes, O merciful One, then do forgive us...)

"..After this prayer, our eyes closed, holding our hands together, she'd try to bustle us off to sleep saying, 
"ચાલો, જોઉં, કૌન મોર સુઈ જાય..!!"...Only, we, sometimes clamoured for a story, as children often do! .....coming back to the present, I tried to think of HOW to tell the two eager little children who were smiling up at me, eyes and hearts hungry for affection, that I was getting late, and that they should stay in bed even if they didn't 'feel' sleepy...

So I said the prayer Ba taught us as kids, invoking that timeless love she always showered on us. Somewhat tentatively, in hushed, sweet voices and endearing 'brit' accents, my children joined in. After one try, their confidence growing, I explained the meaning to them in, yes, English...I told them about her love, her stories, her warm hug as she patted us to sleep..."She told us stories, and what glorious stories they were...!" I said. Stories of all the Gods we pray to, (stories she would tell with her soothing voice carrying over the steady, rhythmic revolutions of the fan above.).

Stories of how Vasudeva put little baby Krishna, eighth son of Devaki and Vasudeva, in a basket one stormy night, and carried him across the swollen River Yamuna, (to the village of Vrindavan, where the headman, Nand lala and his wife Yashoda had just had a baby girl) as instructed by Bhavishya Vaani (The voice of that which is destined to occur), so that he may live and fulfill his destiny of slaying the demonic uncle Kans." Of how Krishna ate mud, stole Butter, broke the मटकी (earthen pots) of the village gopis, and strung up their clothes as they bathed in the river, on the higher branches of the tree as they pleaded with him to give them back!! How the sound of his flute, or बंसी mesmerized them, and they followed him, entranced, and paid no heed to anything else, as he played his divine melodies". "....these are the stories my Ba told me." I said to my daughters, as they looked at me, smiling. "will you tell us one of those stories too, then?!" .."Of course I will!" I replied, caressing their small foreheads with each hand, "..but for that, you must go to sleep after today's story, okay?".."OK!" they chorused!
"...so , Do you want to hear the story of the singing bird and the princesses?" I began...

A half hour later, with their peaceful faces expressionless in their sleep, I tiptoed out of the room, and down the stairs, thinking that this was the best night ever!! It was only eight, and I had achieved the unimaginable!! Job Done!





Friday, 30 December 2011

Does your four-year-old do THIS....!?

1) Unravel the toilet paper when 'on the job', to see how long it is??
2) Push your mobile-phone into an old wellington boot in the store room, leaving you frantically searching for it later as she looks on, amused??
3) Poke and prod the baby's face, when you're trying to get a capture-these-moments kind of video of her with your new(born) baby....?
4) Go limp and dare you to drag her around, screaming, because you won't buy her a chocolate bar from the till when you're low on spare cash?!
4) Eat her dinner quietly, sharing the table with her toddler sis in her high chair, UNTIL you:
a) attend to a phone call.
b) nip into the loo.
c) answer the doorbell.
...at which point, as if taken over by 'dark forces' beyond her control, she:
a)swats her baby sister on the head,
b)snatches her sister's food, leaving her bawling loudly,
c) tries to rock her in the high chair,
while she laughs at your gesticulations from the phone/door/yells from the loo...??
....mine did,
and now that she's seven-and-a-bit-more,
I'm not quite sure,
if she's grown out if it,
yet...!

Sometimes, on a trip into town, the only way to keep them from slapping each other's hand and feet, or snatching toys or a treat, having 'scream-fests' and generally being pests would be to hand them a biscuit each,
or promise a lovely time 'when we reach'...
Once, on a well-planned trip to the zoo many moons ago, we turned into the parking lot-my toddler crunching on a packet of 'wotsits', tyres crunching up the gravel underneath... At the time, one of them was two and the other was eight months old. As we unhooked the buggy and strapped our toddler in, I saw a tantrum coming, and her Daddy took over.... it turned out to be a memorable day for the simple reason that we video-taped the entire day, the younger one in a sling across my back and the older one walking around holding her Daddy's hand... She was mildly amused by the big tiger, and gazed up at the tall giraffes and seemed unable to look beyond the tall fences at the procession of elephants ambling around in their park-like enclosure.The majestic African lions were conspicuous by their absence, although the sign near the 'lookout point' said there were around nine of them in there, on the acres of land fenced-off for their exclusive abode. As we strained to listen to a tell-tale roar, we heard nothing at all.
The wallabies, hares and penguins made her eyes dance with excitement, and the Owl and the snakes fascinated her, especially the big, tawny Barn Owl that was the most impressive of the lot!

It was a long day, probably mentally tiring for the kids, if not physically; the buggy and the sling were a good idea, I guess! Even now, more than five years on, they both look at the video-recording of the day and exclaim excitedly and laugh infectiously!

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Random Shots....

...It was a cloudy but bright day yesterday, slightly colder than usual, yet definitely retaining the 'zing' of freshness I had felt that morning, cycling back from work....
 After a day spent shepherding the tots to school, reading with little Darren Riddle and getting back home to crash into bed, I had just woken up and taken a shower around afternoon.
Now here I was, walking around Lewsey on my way to pick up Shivangi and Rani from school, delightfully early, for a nice change!! While listening to my Phillips MP4 player, I was mesmerized by the beauty and freshness all around...Up Purcell Road I went and the rain-washed trees looked smartly dressed, despite the yellowing of their autumn leaves leaving most of their branches bare...
Then, on an impulse, I fished out my Nokia X6 phone and went shutter-happy, trying to find patterns, colours, sights and vistas...
Here are some of all of those!


This tree is something of an overgrown shrub, in a wilderness-style garden in our neighbourhood.. The soil is chalk and lime, but the sloping terrain ensures good drainage and hence its thriving beauty!







My brother and Dad can accurately tell me what kind of clouds these are... my guess is cirrus... what remains to be seen is if I'm right!
NOKIA; CONNECTING PEOPLE!!



DUSK...



LEWSEY ROADS!



This tree is one of my winter favourites- leafless it may be, but its still beautiful!!... so quintessentially British!!

Reminds me of trees in old renderings in books at SID..
...and Kireet Sir telling our batch as we pored over Arcitectural Renderings   ..." PLEASE draw Indian Trees when you do your renderings, do not copy from the books featuring Maples, birches or Cherries!!" 





 Ivy on a fence!!












Feather-edged fencing; graffiti NOT included!!




now you see 'em...
...now you don't!!

Being Food-wise and Fancy-free!

I made Prachi's shared recipe of Pasta Salad yesterday, and even my Raj, who is otherwise super calorie-conscious was tempted to try my fare which was quite healthy, given the low-fat mayo and smidgen of olive-oil I used...
Here's the picto -recipe, for foodies who like to go their own way, with less fuss and more 'Ooh La La!!'

Cut up your salad; you can have batons, buttons or dices!

Boil the Penne until cooked Al- Dente
Top with grated cheese whilst warm; it will make the cheese go nice 'n' gooey!

Ummm, don't forget the black olives, and Mediterranean herbs 

Dress with any/all of these- Mayo, lime juice, olive oil !! 

Finish with Sea-salt, pepper and more cheese.

Wash you hands and toss everything around in a bowl!!

Or better still, get your kids to do it for you as you lay the table!! Trust me, their hoots of joyous laughter will reverberate long after the meal is over!!
Enjoy!!


Sunday, 6 November 2011

Reminisces of a childhood past...

Since as far back as I can remember, I've always harbored a deep, insatiable love for freedom...As a child, my version of it was to hurtle down sloping streets on a bicycle with my brother- hair flying, cotton dress flapping in the breeze.... We'd invented a dangerous but exciting technique, quite akin to the circus-stunt, tree-climbing games we played; we'd go 'double-riding' on the bike, with the person seated on the saddle seat using their hands to steer, while the one in the back, seated atop the uncomfortable carrier pedaled furiously, unaware of where we were headed!!
I am not one to live in the past and forgo my present but I realize, as do millions of adults- irrespective of their profession, social standing, family dynamics or culture- with a pang, that my childhood days were the best days of my life...
As a mother, I feel the joy and the wonder of watching my babies grow in front of my very eyes and marvel at the fleetingness of time, the realization that this moment with them will never return...so, whether we're reading, playing, walking to school or bathing, I try to live in THE MOMENT with them, and make sure they enjoy their precious days as children!
My first-born displays behaviour which, at times, is difficult to 'read' and has some co-ordination and behavioural difficulties. As a mother I can understand her well enough to know how to deal with her when she is unreasonable or stubborn, as against the times when she is genuinely unable to 'crack it'. So I've consciously adapted my life to suit hers- helping her enjoy and achieve, and I often indulge her 'competitive' streak vis-a-vis her little sister! I also try to find new games, tasks, places to visit etc to engage her and give her a enriching exposure to LIFE!! Often, she finds everything we do 'too much'' to take, so she both, loves me to bits and hates my guts, in turns... 
My husband, Raj, is much more placating and calm, often giving her his  undivided love and affection, letting her play with things as he watches her...I love this simplicity, this uncomplicated love- selfless and unconditional. She loves music and beads, cuddly toys and chocolates....she likes cuddles too, and will often greet her favourite people with a kiss on the cheek and a great big hug. Her smile is heartfelt and melts my insides, making me smile outwards and cry from happiness inside!
Our second child is growing up faster than her years, owing, perhaps, to her sister's perceived and actual difficulties. She is my little big girl, my friend, my angel...She seems to understand her sister better than most, and often acts like the big-sis herself. she draws beautifully vivid pictures, tries to write neatly, play responsibly, is often the ringleader in their games together and yet still sucks her thumb! She's got big, beautiful eyes and a terrific smile that's missing two front teeth!! She loves singing along, the great outdoors and bikes too!


My dream for them is to be free to choose the path their lives will take, letting them spend as much time as they need to making that decision. Its because we only live once, and this is the only shot they'll get... Besides, regret and hindsight have no place in life if we are be truly happy....and FREEDOM in essence, is the POWER TO CHOOSE...