As we approach Cecily's second birthday we are shocked. Is she really almost 2 years old? Where did the time go? It has been buzzing by and I know everyone, and especially every Mom, feels like this but I want to make it stop. It just seems like we spent a lot of her precious first year fighting, worrying, and fearing what the future may hold for our angel. It took us the greater part of her first year to realize that our time would be better spent celebrating, enjoying, cuddling and living in the moment. If only I could get that time back now. I know there is no point in looking back... but it is a good reminder to make the most of each day. Yet some days despite all the progress - old habits die hard.
Our little angel is pushing forward in every area and we are so grateful for the team of people we have helping her prepare her next years' goals. She works so hard every day - whether it be to pull herself up on her knees, climbing onto the bean bag to grab a fist-full of hair or a loose shirt, or standing in front of the mirror admiring herself! (Yes, she really does enjoy her mirror time...) When we see her every morning and we hear her little babbles the day unfolds with a smile. Noah remains her most favorite supporter. Her therapist asked me last week what motivates Cecily. She is not really attached to specific toys or blankets. She is attached to people. Her brother is her biggest cheerleader and her favorite person to grab, cuddle or kiss. He can just walk into the room and her face beams and her legs kick with delight. It is precious. Noah is also a big fan of baby. He makes up songs about her and they are quite cute.
With her second birthday almost here Noah is focused on the important things - like her party. When will it be? What will we eat? Who will be there? Will it be a baby party or a family party? Can we have trucks? Will he get a treat bag? Will there be balloons... He is excited and he keeps saying that now she'll be walking soon. His comment the other day caught me off-guard. I try and live in the moment, and worry about the present day - but his positive energy and conviction about her walking got my wheels turning. I was thinking about how hard she worked tosit, and to army crawl. I was thinking about her muscle tone and how she is getting stronger and stronger everyday. I fell back into an old habit of worrying. Would she walk? Am I doing enough therpay? Am I doing too much therapy? The never ending list my brain manages to comes up with...
Noah's pure excitement and steadfast belief that she would walk shook me into thinking about all the possibilities... And just like that my spin-cycle was cut short. Noah started shouting..."She is walking! She is walking!" I was sitting right behind Cecily while she was working on her standing... and thought what is he yelling about? I am sitting right here. She is not walking. But sure enough I looked down and she lifted up her left leg and put out her right hand to reach for the chair next to the ottoman. She picked up the other foot and was indeed attempting to cruise! It was yet another reminder to me to never underestimate Cecily. It was a reminder that you must believe in the power of Noah's pure enthusiasm for everything that Cecily will do. As we were doing our high-5's and dancing about Daddy walked in the door and Noah ran up to share the wonderful news! It was progress. It is progress. It will happen. And progressfpr me is living in the moment. Not worrying. Not looking back. Just enjoying the simple joys of parenting. onwards and upwards!
Our little angel is pushing forward in every area and we are so grateful for the team of people we have helping her prepare her next years' goals. She works so hard every day - whether it be to pull herself up on her knees, climbing onto the bean bag to grab a fist-full of hair or a loose shirt, or standing in front of the mirror admiring herself! (Yes, she really does enjoy her mirror time...) When we see her every morning and we hear her little babbles the day unfolds with a smile. Noah remains her most favorite supporter. Her therapist asked me last week what motivates Cecily. She is not really attached to specific toys or blankets. She is attached to people. Her brother is her biggest cheerleader and her favorite person to grab, cuddle or kiss. He can just walk into the room and her face beams and her legs kick with delight. It is precious. Noah is also a big fan of baby. He makes up songs about her and they are quite cute.
With her second birthday almost here Noah is focused on the important things - like her party. When will it be? What will we eat? Who will be there? Will it be a baby party or a family party? Can we have trucks? Will he get a treat bag? Will there be balloons... He is excited and he keeps saying that now she'll be walking soon. His comment the other day caught me off-guard. I try and live in the moment, and worry about the present day - but his positive energy and conviction about her walking got my wheels turning. I was thinking about how hard she worked tosit, and to army crawl. I was thinking about her muscle tone and how she is getting stronger and stronger everyday. I fell back into an old habit of worrying. Would she walk? Am I doing enough therpay? Am I doing too much therapy? The never ending list my brain manages to comes up with...
Noah's pure excitement and steadfast belief that she would walk shook me into thinking about all the possibilities... And just like that my spin-cycle was cut short. Noah started shouting..."She is walking! She is walking!" I was sitting right behind Cecily while she was working on her standing... and thought what is he yelling about? I am sitting right here. She is not walking. But sure enough I looked down and she lifted up her left leg and put out her right hand to reach for the chair next to the ottoman. She picked up the other foot and was indeed attempting to cruise! It was yet another reminder to me to never underestimate Cecily. It was a reminder that you must believe in the power of Noah's pure enthusiasm for everything that Cecily will do. As we were doing our high-5's and dancing about Daddy walked in the door and Noah ran up to share the wonderful news! It was progress. It is progress. It will happen. And progressfpr me is living in the moment. Not worrying. Not looking back. Just enjoying the simple joys of parenting. onwards and upwards!
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