Friday, February 10, 2012

Celebrating Parents: Blink

My friend Emily over at keeping time decided to challenge her readers the other day. She challenged us to throw away labels, guilt, pressure, statistics and articles. To strip all of that away and to celebrate ourselves as parents. Read her original post, where she ever so eloquently explains how she came to this crossroad. Then read the success stories of other mothers, maybe even share your own! 

Here is my success.


Just a few short months ago Noah was evaluated for his speech delay. Oh, how easy it was to become wrapped up in his initial diagnosis. To obsess over every interaction I had with him. To want to make every. Minute. Count. To make sure I was doing all that I could for him. Eyes wide open, all the time, looking... evaluating... measuring. 

Then I blinked. 

He just told me he was a gentleman. And that there was no such thing as a Gruffalo.

I often cup my hands around his sweet face and whisper, reminding him that the way he sees the world is a gift, and most importantly, that he is special.

The other morning I was in the kitchen, mixing blueberries with vanilla yogurt. He's jumping, singing, and waving his arms around his baby sister. Then all of the sudden he stopped, kneeled down, cupped his hands around his baby sisters sweet face and whispered 'you special'.

And just like that I knew, he gets it. He always has.