Valentina (name) already had a pretty big build for his age (3 years), but the language was slow to develop organically. So that even the first phonemes easier, when they spoke, always seemed to come from a world away, as if they were an echo of what might have been.
Another important feature was that he could not get back on their feet alone.
So if you fell down, became official by the adult who had to be available to help her get back on their feet.
And for the rest of the time, when he walked, had a peculiar posture, partly also justified by the constant fear of falling to the ground. Thus, even walking on a game that all other children adored him, a small inclined plane and waved, it was an experience and not just anything but joyful. It was not
However, marked in any way, so he had to support the educator side by side.
In the three months when I got to see her, you and I have played together.
In the space available, in the confusion of the other children, we obtained our moments where I "played" to make the Feldenkrais teacher and she "heard" all the new information that came from the body. The knee, the connection to the head, the movement of the pelvis (ooh, yeah stranger), the link with the foot. Things that we adults sometimes seem complex because mediated by language rather than our feelings for a child's words are simple and require simple answers.
lessons were not true, however, after three months, just before we say goodbye for the last time, it happened a very interesting episode, which I believe tell the meaning that all this had to Valentina.
It was a beautiful afternoon and everyone was playing circle.
Wandering .. all fall down. Valentina
But, that all down to earth, did not generate emotions happy and carefree, but full of concern. Yet something began to connect. A test, then another. The knees bend slightly and then returned to lie down. Observe herself and others.
The game is over, but not his research.
Thus, while the other begin to sing songs, she continues to experiment, beside me, who pretended not to look at.
Once again, down to earth and then finding a way back to his feet.
Where are the hands, feet where they go, where's your head ..... and hey presto!
Eureka.
I pulled his sleeve: "vienivieni" seems to say.
Come into the other room and there-who knows how he knew her-we find the game a few months earlier, now out of fashion for others.
now so that you could walk even on complex surfaces such as those with some caution, but with less anxiety, with more curiosity and with a nice grin at every step. The mechanism now
was set in motion!
Valentina and I, we reviewed a year later. He begins to say his first words and connect them to more precise meanings. Play with other children, even if you still prefer to play individually or together with the accompanying adult. His gait still bears traces of what happened, but her shoulders are no longer "attached to the ears" and likes to jump. I also say that soon will start speech therapy.
Looking at it fills me with tenderness. So
force, Valentina! That life is to be explored.
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