In our ongoing quest to help Frances with issues of separation, her behavioural therapist has her reading for an hour without me in the room every night.
She has a chart, and for every night that she completes the hour she earns 5 points. Those points, at certain increments, can be saved and cashed in for rewards.
So far, it is not going too badly; however, I do find every once in a while that I’ll feel as if someone is watching me. I’ll look over and find her in her typical posture — arms around knees — looking up at me from the floor of the room that she’s in. She’ll have migrated from the bed with impressive silence. She’ll say she is lonely or that she misses me. She’ll say she wants a hug (and we’ll hug and cuddle).
Times like this remind me of her very sweet disposition.