Every time I see my daughter, Lola*, lying on the grass in the garden gently stroking her 15-month-old Labrador, Bailey, I almost can’t believe it. Less than a year ago, she’d have screamed if I’d tried to entice her outside. Only now, with Bailey, it feels like anything is possible.
It was in May 2009, when Lola was two, that I noticed she was less sociable than her sister, Grace*, four, and while Grace would happily play with other children at parties, Lola struggled. She’d hide behind me, and more often than not, as we came to leave, she’d end up in tears. My husband, David, then 37, and I tried to get her to join in but it felt like we were fighting a losing battle.
As Lola got…
