Randomly started singing "Winnie the Pooh" before and it made me remember a woman I used to see when I'd take Primera for PT, OT, and speech in the days before she went 1/2 time to a center-based program. It must have been the year after Early Intervention, when the school district had taken over. Anyway. She had a little girl about my second one's age, maybe slightly older, a beautiful little blond girl, who used to sit with her while they'd wait for the older sister, also stunningly beautiful and blond. The older one would walk by the mother and sister when she'd finished her therapy session; they'd have to bring her over to them to get her ready to leave. The mother was very pretty and calm and cheerful-looking, and I remember one day when she kept singing that "Winnie the Pooh" song--there was a line about "stuffed with fluffles" that I hadn't known, and she seemed incredibly patient with both daughters, when I was emerging from my Year of Sylvia Plath.

I wonder whatever happened to the older daughter; I wonder about a bunch of the people I used to see there often, the mothers I'd get to know while waiting around for social skills groups or therapy sessions to end.