There are times when we stand tall and proud as mothers, like when we watch our babies take those first steps or hear the sounds of those first spoken words. Each child reaches milestones at his/her own pace and as parents, we are always ready to applaud them as soon as they get there.
But when our children struggle through this process of reaching some of those milestones (that perhaps we’ve seen others reach with such ease) somehow, the reward is even sweeter for us when they finally do get there.
And that sweet reward arrived for me yesterday.
I never fully discussed the long road that my daughter and I have traveled this past year, a road that we are still traveling. At the time, I just wasn’t ready to share it all nor could I find the right words.
And perhaps I still can’t.
I only blogged about it once and it was one of the HARDEST blog posts I’d ever written. Partly because I had no idea of the journey we were about to embark on.
Well, this may not sound like that much to you, but let me tell you, our entire world just changed.
For the first time in nearly three years, my daughter picked up a book ON HER OWN, sat down at the kitchen counter and OPENED it. This particular piece of literature kept her ENGAGED. She may not understand one word on those pages nor does she recognize some of the pictures in that book, but what she just proved to me and herself is that she is showing INTEREST and EXCITEMENT about literacy, something she has never shown before.
Her eyes gleamed with delight as she independently flipped each page, carefully pointing to the colorful pictures and the babbling continued to flow from her lips.
The babbling continued to flow from her lips.
My eyes welled up with water as I reached for my camera, trying to capture this beautiful moment – a milestone that has taken SO much hard work to reach – one that I was so damn proud to witness.