You know, I get exasperated with myself sometimes. Today, I drove home from work thinking, "I'll bet I did not keep those stencils." I needed them. I am teaching a woman to write her name, and I thought that if I began with manipulatives, she'd learn the letters of her name first and then we could focus on drawing those letters later.
Guess what? I did keep those letters. I knew exactly where they were, too. Yay me.
I tend to set stuff down and lose stuff too, but I found stuff today.
I found my favorite clip board. We change cars on a fairly regular basis, and I thought it was in a car that is in storage. Nope. I had it.
I also found my box of colored pencils, a stack of laminating sheets, a tablet of stickers that I can use for rewards and fine motor activities. I also found the Christmas pictures I took of William, and two hole punches.
I expect to find a partridge in a pear tree shortly.
I packed my finds into a large bag that two friends had brought me a long time back, when I was still confronting cancer, before one of those friends got it, before she died of it. I remembered.
As I put my things in the bag, I mentally listed the things that I could use these items for. They are ordinary, but each one of them could address skills that my clients need to work on. I kept marveling at my finds. "Wow. It's kind of like I already have everthing I'm ever going to need to do this job."
It wasn't until after I was laying in bed that I realized that this could be a metaphor. I do have everything I need to do this job, despite my worst fears. I've had it all along.