E pushed herself up to sit today… and sat by herself for 5 seconds. Then, she kept doing it. Again. And again. And again. Each time more confident than the last.
And streams of joyous tears continue to flow. I have almost never seen a sight as beautiful as she was today. Strong. Healthy. Happy. Independent. Proud.
I cannot begin to explain the amount of work that has gone into this skill. Every single day for at least a year. Pushing, prodding, positioning. Teaching E how to do something that should be second nature to her. Training her muscles. Trudging through therapy times. Every. Single. Day.
Days… weeks… months. Discouraging days. Regression. Losing skills we thought she mastered. Watching her try and work so hard. All the while knowing there was an end goal but never knowing if it would actually come.
Yet, there she is. Sitting up across the living room, looking for our faces, waiting for our praise. She looks like she has been doing this for ages. She is raking in the reward of all of those difficult days and hard work. Beaming. Beautiful.
These days are the days we cling to. The days when comparison isn’t company, when we reap the reward of diligence. When we cry out in jubilation… and she sparkles. Ben and I do too, for that matter. Sparkling is contagious.
Friend. The road we walk is long and hard, and the steps are not always clear. Though your goal may not be in your sights, I must tell you that your work, your diligence, will not be for nothing. You are working towards your own radiant, sparkling day. I hope that you will soon find that day (those days) to cling to, to cast light and hope onto discouraging, difficult times. That it would be a reminder, a kiss from Jesus that your path has a purpose, and that you are meant to shine.