This is the bulletin board hanging in the hallway outside of Frankie’s classroom. Her drawing is in the top row, second from the right.
I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed when I saw her work compared to the others. Almost all of the other kids managed some semblance of a face. Hers is unidentifiable scribble.

I know you will all say “My kid couldn’t even hold a crayon at 3yo” etc and I will love you for it ? But moments like these are hard because her delays are so obvious and they bring on a realization that we’re always going to be dealing with this. Truthfully, it makes me tired to think of all the work we will need to do just to keep her bringing up the rear. If she’s behind on drawing a face what will it be like with reading, writing or math in just a few years’ time?

But I’ve always been a sucker for the underdog. I know her skills will ebb and flow. And when she makes those leaps I know we will cheer like crazy! In the meantime, we celebrate the ways in which she already excels – this morning when I dropped her off at school a teacher who wasn’t hers greeted her with a genuine smile. “She already owns the place. We all just love her.” Her ability to capture hearts far outweighs her drawing skills at the moment and that’s more than ok.