This weekend I broke out those same colors for Lauren and pulled out Reagan's old art table that has been in a corner for at least a year. I smiled so big when Lauren immediately took to scribbling. Then I got sad again when I saw Reagan watching us, it seemed her eyes were curious about what we were doing and wanted to be included. Of course she does and I need to start figuring out ways to make sure that happens more often.
I got out more paper and put her in the chair opposite of Lauren and we all colored together, me doing hand over hand for Reagan. It was a perfect 30 minutes when it felt like everything was aligned. The sun was shining outside, I could hear birds chirping, Lauren was alternating between tasting the crayons and scribbling on the table, and Reagan was smiling. Life was good.
We went outside later that day and I expected the usual from Reagan, ten minutes of tolerance followed by screaming to let me know she wanted to go back inside. But instead she was happy and content to be outside with the family and the dogs, just enjoying the moment.
I hope that we are seeing some of the happy and content Reagan return because we are no longer in the Regression stage of Rett Syndrome!