It all happened, Apraxia or Not
We went on vacation for Spring Break. I took a picture of me and my girl on an amusement park ride:
She told me the chairs we were sitting in were “penguin chairs.” Two years ago she couldn’t do that. Mark a noun with an adjective like that. Adjectives let us be creative with our speech. She barely had the basics down, but I was still happy then because she was talking.
My time hop showed me this picture today.
This was before I knew the no-no’s of baby wearing so don’t judge! My son was the happy recipient of a moby…..
Anyway, I digress. She would have been six months here. I had no idea she had apraxia in this picture. I look so happy. Haha. Just kidding, it’s not that apraxia made me sad….okay never mind, it DID make me sad, but the point is I’m also happy in the first picture. I’m also wiser and more compassionate. So is my daughter. Apraxia is in our life, but it isn’t our life. I’m still as happy with her now as I was back then. Apraxia didn’t change that. Her words or no words didn’t change that.
She keeps growing and maturing in spite of apraxia. She’s no different that way, and I’m still the cliche mom who shakes her head and wonders where the time has gone. The days are long but the years are short, and I try to remember that on the days I am fraught with worry. Suddenly six years have passed and I went from having a new baby to a school aged girl, and in another six years I will have a pre-teen, and then in another six she will be 18 and beginning to embark on her own path; and it will all have happened with apraxia or not.
I love this song by ABBA. I think of it often, especially on the days Ashlynn seems more grown up.
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time