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Tonight during bath time I heard C saying, "I am Daddy!" When I investigated, I found him sitting at my desk wearing my glasses, pretending to type on my computer.
This is great: he's been doing more make-believe lately. These steps, combined with his improving lung disease, make me feel very fortunate indeed.
If you ever feel down about humanity, visit C's special needs swim class. There you will meet a few young people who do their jobs with great skill, respect, kindness, and patience. In fact, it will become clear to you in just a few moments that they love what they do, and that they love the kids with whom they work.
They won't get rich doing this work, but without them I don't know where kids like C would be.
It's a good thing this boy can make me laugh because, if I'm honest, I've been a little down lately. All will be okay, I know this, but in the meantime I'm quite grateful for C's silly sense of humor.
A quick post: C is doing well. He's been talking a lot, communicating his feelings, asking for things, and connecting with us. We see the benefits of his therapy every day, and we're so grateful.
I didn't notice it when I took the photo, but I saw it later: C is holding M's hand.
To me, this little gesture says so much, maybe more so because of its subtlety. It's easy to think C isn't quite there, that he's not present, that he doesn't need the rest of us. But he does, and it's these little signs, these seemingly minuscule gestures, that prove it. You don't hold someone's hand unless you want to connect with them, unless you need and want them in your world.
This is an affirmation of C's desire to connect, and I'm grateful for it.