DD2 didn't walk until she was almost two years old. She has had gross motor delays her whole life, which are complicated by some sensory issues. It's been tough as a mom to watch her struggle, watch her be scared to walk down steps, watch her question her abilities, and to watch her fall, and fall, and fall... breaking her arm, visiting the ER for scary head crashes, having my heart skip a beat every time she trips hoping she won't get hurt again.
Yesterday at after school pick up she yelled over to me, "Mom, wanna see how fast I can run?"
And right then my daughter took off and ran down a hill. Not a gently sloping hill, a hill that would make a pretty good sledding hill. She pounded down that hill with confidence, long strides, and good speed.
She didn't hesitate.
She didn't stop to think about it.
She just ran. Like it had never been a problem.
And when she turned around and smiled at me from the bottom of the hill my heart skipped a beat... but for an entirely different reason.