The lows are low but the highs are higher. Yesterday, it crossed my mind that Fiona is going on 16 months. And Down syndrome stung for a second. Because she is going on 16 months and she isn't crawling yet. As much as that really doesn't matter, it does. As much as I look at that glass half full, occasionally, that glass looks pretty damn empty to me. But then today, she crawled. And the high that I am on now is soo worth that low.
She didn't get a chance to get too far because I scared her half to death with my scream of joy. And then we both laughed and bounced, her- arms flapping and butt bouncing because mommy was happy, me- clapping and jumping because I was so proud. Proud of my little girl who has worked so hard to do what came so naturally for you and me. It amazes me to watch her do things that we practiced and practiced and practiced for months. The look on her face that says, "What? O ya, I can do this now, mom". Picking up beans and feeding my self? No problem. Taking toys out of baskets and putting them back in? Got that down. Flipping pages in a book? I love books! O ya, and surprise, mom, I finally figured out this crawling thing!
I got my Christmas wish a little early. Time to baby proof the house!