{The most perfect day}

I woke up at 5:30 am yesterday to a sweet and happy boy. This to me is my sweet spot. The place where my sweet, boy is not filled with frustration and anger.

After the week we had it is like being able to breathe again. {He is very cyclic}

Here’s what a perfect day for us would be, and was.

We ate some breakfast, watched a bit of T.V. Daddy came home from an early am job he had to do and played with Michael for a couple hours before he had to go back to work. Then the thing I look forward to....nap time. Oh no not just for Michael. No, this momma has stopped taking advantage of his nap time to do things and will usually lay down with him. Yesterday’s nap was a record 3 hours 8:30 to 11:30.

Daddy came home for lunch. Then off I went to take Michael to school. Yesterday when we got to school it was different. Normally when I take him as soon as he hits the floor he is saying “bye” to me and scooting off to play. Yesterday he got on the floor, started to do the whimper cry and say “Momma, Momma, and Momma”. I know sad right? Still it was a perfect thing to happen. He wasn't screaming and throwing a fit but rather, he was being quieter and using his words. {Our inside voice coupled with emotional expression. Progress!}

While Michael was in school I went to get some things done and when I returned to get him I was early {usually the case with me I have phobia about being late}.
I was very excitedly greeted by his teacher and physical therapist. Open arms and hugs as I was told Michael used his walker to walk in class.
Of course it was at that moment that it was everyone’s time to leave. Eileen prompted Michael to stand {verbally} he then turned around to stand in the walker and held on correctly. Michael started to walk! Eileen was walking behind him but not supporting him. He was doing it by himself. At one point a couple of his class mates started saying “Come on Michael you can do it!”During the huge event I was standing behind a door and peaking around the edge so I could see him but he could not see me. I was sobbing like a baby {quietly of course}. As soon as Michael saw me he was all done. He sat down in his chair and the many praises flooded from me to him.

Son we are so incredibly proud of you. You continue over time to beat the odds. You keep pushing on. We are so thankful you chose us to be your parents. We love you