Today as I was watching my toddler run down the sidewalk, babbling and giggling, I couldn't help but be grateful for how well he has done. Perhaps one of the most difficult things for me to do was let my child be "normal." I know God is laughing at me right now, as He knew there's no way I'd let go (so he sent me a little distraction named Katherine to help ease the transition :) Somehow in the midst of things Logan keeps growing, developing, and nailing his milestones. At his 18 month visit, his physician was paying particular attention to handedness, making sure he wasn't demonstrating any neglect. He watched meticulously as he climbed up and down and ran down the hallway. I knew exactly what he was doing, and in the corner of the room this mama teared up a bit, knowing there was a day when we wondered if he'd use both hands without coaxing, if he'd walk and jump and run without having to learn the hard way.
Perhaps the best part of it all was that it was a reminder. . . that the anxiety and fear of the unknown had subsided. . .and that I'd forgotten about it. Certainly there's engraved in my heart a special place for that 3 lb 12 oz peanut in a box, but the edges are healed over and finally, I'm just a mom of two ordinary kids. Thanks be to God!
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Thank God for all of the blessings we get. The harder they are to come by...the more we appreciate them.
Oh, Michelle--how often I think of how far he's come. There's a song we sing in church that says "We shall overcome, by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony." I remember thinking, when he was in that hospital, "Wow, when Logan overcomes, what a word of testimony we will have." What a word of testimony indeed....
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