I've sat inside restaurant waiting areas for 6 years, watching other families wrangle with their squirmy toddlers; fantasizing about what my Deak may be doing had he been born with the ability to do those kind of things at the appropriate age.
My heart, though quite healed, still meanders around "what if" land on occasion. Especially around little boys.
Tonight, six years in the making, my hopeful day-dreaming became a reality: we braved Red Robin with the walker.
Deak has been able to walk in his walker for a couple years, but has lacked the endurance to do so for a lengthy period of time. Due to his newfound ability of walking unassisted, the walker has become a tool for endurance walking, rather than supportive walking, and we are attempting to incorporate it more often in his life (he uses it at school daily, as he only method of getting around).
My heart leapt as I watched him cruise through the waiting area mock 90, and maneuver himself inside the small video game area. I privately whispered sincere prayers of gratitude as I chased him around the restaurant while he attempted to join others' at their tables and steal their food. My eyes welled as I listened to his sweet laugh while quickly cruising down the accessible ramp to our car.
I am so genuinely grateful for the opportunity to chase him.
I get to chase my own little blonde boy.
Man, I've waited a long time to say that.
My boy can walk.
He can walk.
I'll never ever tire of it.
Ever.
PS: If you see him coming, get out of the way fast. The crowd at Red Robin have the battle wounds to prove it.
My heart, though quite healed, still meanders around "what if" land on occasion. Especially around little boys.
Tonight, six years in the making, my hopeful day-dreaming became a reality: we braved Red Robin with the walker.
Deak has been able to walk in his walker for a couple years, but has lacked the endurance to do so for a lengthy period of time. Due to his newfound ability of walking unassisted, the walker has become a tool for endurance walking, rather than supportive walking, and we are attempting to incorporate it more often in his life (he uses it at school daily, as he only method of getting around).
My heart leapt as I watched him cruise through the waiting area mock 90, and maneuver himself inside the small video game area. I privately whispered sincere prayers of gratitude as I chased him around the restaurant while he attempted to join others' at their tables and steal their food. My eyes welled as I listened to his sweet laugh while quickly cruising down the accessible ramp to our car.
I am so genuinely grateful for the opportunity to chase him.
I get to chase my own little blonde boy.
Man, I've waited a long time to say that.
My boy can walk.
He can walk.
I'll never ever tire of it.
Ever.
PS: If you see him coming, get out of the way fast. The crowd at Red Robin have the battle wounds to prove it.
Join us Saturday morning, May 4th to see him in action :)
*Reprint from our family blog
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