Had a moment of sadness, woe-is-me, defeatism about Ann-Elise today because she had a panic attack when we tried to have her ride the school van again. We will have to provide transportation for her indefinitely...she just can't handle the insecure feeling and unfamiliar environment. Today I had a hard time handling that. I just want my bright, loving, friendly, funny, rambunctious girl to not have these fears, these delays, these inabilities to understand, compensate, or deal with situations that most three year olds don't even notice or recognize. I hate that she's afraid of elevators. I hate that after months and months of practice, she is still afraid of going up & down stairs alone and would rather have me carry her. I hate that she is scared and unsteady walking down a sloping driveway or stepping up or down on a curb. Today, I had a cry. We had a rough day. Tomorrow is another day...