"Samantha ate most of her lunch today..."

Did anyone but me raise an eyebrow at that sentence?  Personally, I almost had to be picked up off of the floor when the classroom aide at Sam's new pre-school greeted me with that when I went to pick her up on Tuesday.

I eyed her suspiciously.  "Samantha Friddle?"

"Yes."

"When you say lunch... do you mean the formula and crackers I sent?"

"No.  We don't give her much, because she never eats, but today she had a couple of raviolis and a pile of green beans."

"And when you say 'ate' you mean..."

"Just picked it up and ate it."

"When you coaxed her, or handed her the spoon?"

"No.  I mean, she mostly used her fingers.  We tried to get her to use the spoon, but she had trouble with it, so she mostly used her fingers."

Huh.  There's a song lyric I think of at moments like this.  It's from a song by Rachel Coleman, who has one daughter who is deaf and one with CP.  To paraphrase, "Samantha will do what Samantha will do when Samantha is ready to do it."

There's another line that comes to mind, too - "Thanks be to God."

Cheers!