So, Aubrey has been home for a little over a month now, and has seen Karen four times. When she first came home, she was a lifeless curled up ball who sat next to me playing solitaire on her tablet for hours on end. Now, she is waking up every morning, doing all the “activities of daily living” without being told, working a couple of days a week, and being creative and productive. She went from drawing mandalas on a page to making three dimensional mandalas, otherwise known as Ojo de Dios or Eye of God.
I’m sure you remember the ones you made in grade school by crossing two sticks and wrapping yarn around them? Yeah, these are closely related, but nothing like that at all. She uses four dowels, giving her eight spokes. Because one set of dowels sits on top of the other, it gives it a dimensional quality that one does not see with just two sticks. She is able to weave in and out, under and over. They are amazing!
She learned a lot from the first one, so she moved on to making one that would match my rather cheery pink, green, and white paisley quilt. However, as she got near the end, she started to hear pops, until finally, the center collapsed. It still looked pretty cool, though.
She had to take it apart, count the number of winds per color, the pattern that she used for that color, and if it was over or under or a little of both. After she remade it, it looked like this:
Never one to just throw something away, Aubrey used the broken sticks and made two smaller ones. They looked like this:
Of course, being Aubrey, she names the designs after food, particularly desserts.
The large ones are 18 inches in diameter, while the smaller ones are a little over eight inches in diameter. She wants to work up to a full 36 inch diameter design, with 12 to 16 spokes, but she’s still working on perfecting the smaller ones.
I’m thrilled that she seems to be getting happier every day, and stronger. Yesterday, she did something she thought she could never do, and it proved to her that she’s making progress. She’s been waking up at 5am in order to shower, get dressed, take her meds, and make her bed, all before Ron has to be awake and start getting ready for work. We all agreed to put off school until summer session, because she still has a lot of stuff to work on. We don’t want to have to be standing over her saying, “Do your homework!” She’s not 12, or 17, she’s not in junior school or high school. Sadly, we’re a little late on teaching her self-motivation, but better late than never.
“Time is a healer, but we can’t see how, when you’re caught in the moment, and the hurting is now. We don’t wanna see that maybe some things weren’t meant to figure out.”