Another Victory

I took the kids to the activity center last week to a free play session in the gymnasium. The entire room was lined with mats, encouraging kids to tumble and run and play wildly to their heart’s content. It was a joyous chaos.

Not long ago, I never would have considered such a place. My son is reserved and cautious; a year ago he would have taken one look at that wild room filled with loud, squealing, out-of-control children, and he would have walked back out the door. For so long, he was delayed in his speech and in his physical abilities. He was small for his age, and other kids pushed him around at playdates and in parks. Even if they meant him no harm, he was nervous around kids he didn’t know, especially wild ones playing in wild places.

It wasn’t long ago that M didn’t move enough to play in a gymnasium. Now, she’s crawling AND walking; she’s toddling and falling and exploring her world in ways she couldn’t just a few months ago.

I’m always struck by the sensation that people outside of our world who don’t know us have no idea of these sorts of victories. J was jumping off of mats and hanging off of bars. M crawled for a solid hour straight, only stopping to smile at other children bumping into her, before racing off to new discoveries. Nothing about these children suggests all the therapy it has taken to get us here. All of the interventions and teachers and advice and doctors. All of it.

As I watched J play with a friend, I remembered how distraught I was in his first months home. He was so small and so fragile. He was terribly unhappy. Compared to a baby boy born just five days earlier and dressed in the same red Christmas outfit, they looked months apart–which felt like oceans apart to me. And now, they’re jumping and laughing as equals, as friends.

This is what we’ve worked so hard to accomplish. Two kids happily rolling and walking and sliding and jumping.

Early intervention should never be underestimated, because maybe these kids would have gotten here. And maybe not. But, it’s not a maybe worth chancing.

This small victory has been worth it. It has been worth all of it.

Comments

  1. Keep this going please, great job!

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