The huge upside of having a child who is developmentally behind is that everything lasts longer.
That frantic feeling of time slipping through your fingers, ahh it was just yesterday she was born–it doesn’t grab me so often. But with starting to plan Gemma’s first birthday party, I’m starting to squeeze her more and more and offer more squealy “i just looove you!”s (some might call it smothering, we’ll just go with affectionate, riight) knowing that Year One is closing down.
I know what it’s like to have a child who’s different. And to have that slice of different consume your whole world, so you forget everything but remember it all, too. So you can’t see ten days in front of you let alone ten years. Seeing Jen with her family, with her Hannah, gave me so much hope. That we, me and my people, can all grow together in a beautiful way, an intertwined flowering vine like them. because they held the hardness of dealing with different–but they have so obviously let it soften them and squish them together.
I work so hard to stay soft. It really fails miserably a lot of times. But the times I let myself be leaky, gushy, malleable–I get filled.
If you friggin love photos that aren’t cheesy and you’re cool with ocean splashing and giggling like crazy let’s make some photos of your family.