I wish I had known
back then, in the hospital
that this day would come
I’ve said it before, but one of the hardest parts of Ellie’s first few months was the not knowing. Vague test results, odd symptoms and characteristics, and a general sense of “we don’t know how this will impact her life, her development, anything.”
Imagine the relief I would have felt, in March of 2011, if someone had been able to tell me that Ellie would walk. And not just “eventually,” but well before she turned two. Oh sure, walking at 20 months is still considered a delay. But I’ve known plenty of late walkers, later than Ellie.
Imagine the relief I would have felt if someone had been able to tell me that Ellie would talk. That, at 20 months, she’d have easily 20+ words. Is she speaking in two-word combos yet? Nah. But again, I’ve known plenty of kids with fewer words than Ellie at this age.
There is no crystal ball, of course. I had to just wait and see. I don’t know what the next 20 months will hold for any of my kids, much less Ellie. And I know that our work is far from over in terms of working with Ellie on all kinds of skills.
But damn, walking and talking feel like hitting the jackpot.