Max's early childhood was full of question marks for me: Would he walk? Talk? Learn to eat and drink on his own? Learn to pick up toys on his own? Learn the ABC's and numbers? I ached to know what he would be able to do.
I wanted that crystal ball. I took Max to specialist after specialist, looking for answers that they couldn't give. Because no doctor, no matter how remarkable, can foresee the future of a baby with brain damage.
I had one of those "If only the me of 14 years ago could have seen this back then" moments in the kitchen last night as Max stood in front of Ben, who was doing that toddler waddle.
Seeing Ben learning to walk is a thrill in its own right (it is for Max, too, if you couldn't already tell by his squeal). I adore watching the baby do that drunk Frankenstein gait, control his balance, plop down, get right back up again and grow more and more confident. I love watching Sabrina and Max encourage him.
But there's an extra layer of joy, and that is watching my big boy—the one I wasn't sure would walk—cheer his toddling brother on.
So cute! You must be so proud of Max. Isn't it lovely when our special kids reach a stage where they can play the big brother/sister to their younger siblings? - AlyssaReplyDelete
YES. So proud!Delete
Oh I adore this. Both your boys are so great!ReplyDelete
Also: their sis! :)Delete
Very cute! My brother and his family moved in with us for a year right before my niece starting walking. It was the cool to watch her go from crawling to walking, I'll never forget itReplyDelete
None of us will forget this! That's one of the many cool things about having a large age gap among siblings.Delete
Gee, I've been reading your blog for many years, and those were pretty clear "Ben, this way" s! When I first watched the video I was in a loud area and thought it must have been someone else!ReplyDelete
So cool that you noticed that. Max's speech has definitely gotten clearer in recent years.Delete
Oh my gosh! Ben is SO ADORABLE! I love Max's squeal too of course!ReplyDelete
Max's squeal kills me every time.Delete
This is the best! What a special time for you and your family!ReplyDelete
This is so sweet. I totally get it. My own son is 14. I was so scared when he was first diagnosed with this T.S.. If only "I"... the "I" that is me now... could have given the "Me" back then a hug and so much advice. :)ReplyDelete