I always knew that raising a (so we hoped) Neuro Typical child would have its bittersweet moments but days like these see the happy tears swirled into the sad ones. Today I’m watching The Bug sitting (on his bottom not on his sacrum) barely supported, looking for the toy, leaning towards it, planning how to get it, reaching for it with an open hand, working out the other hand would be a better bet, switching his weight from one hand to the other and repeating the reach with the other hand and grabbing the toy before bringing it closer to him and towards his mouth. Its an honour, a privilege, a blessing, never taken for granted. He fascinates me.
The Bear and The Bug 