Wednesday, November 07, 2012


"Look, Mama, I standing!"

My head snaps up, and what I see makes my heart swell with pride and break all at the same time.

She is bent in half - her strong, little arms bearing the weight of her entire body, making her feet flat on the ground but pushing her butt straight up in the air.

"Yes, baby, you are."


It is coming. I can feel it. Her body isn't keeping up with her brain, and I can tell she is noticing. It is motivating her for now, but I can feel her heart beating in mine. Her sweet little heart. Right now, it is whole and strong and innocent. But I fear the day when the cracks begin because I know what they will do to my heart.

Her wheelchair has been paid for and is on its way. Hopefully we get it before Thanksgiving so I remember to be thankful. I know she is more than ready for it. I can see it in her determined eyes, hear it in her demanding voice, and feel it in her powerful pushes as she sits in her stroller.

They also tell me she will qualify for 5 days of preschool next year. As in next fall. In less than a year, my 3-year-old baby will be pushing her way up to the school bus in her wheelchair, totally independent and ready to take on this world.

We are moving forward. I want so badly to put on the brakes, but I know I can't...that I shouldn't. This is called progress, and I know that means we are getting closer to His plan for her life.

This isn't about me; it's about her. And Him. When I remind myself of that, I know this journey is going to be nothing short of awesome. Together, they are going to rock this. I just need to be there when she needs a little push.

~linking up with just write


Jodi said...

That girl has stolen a chunk of my heart. Or maybe I just willingly give it right to her... :)

Nikki said...

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Merlyn Rahardja said...

Lisa...u did well. Your story always so touching. Hope we may met someday n so do our girl. Please kindly e-mail me. Thank u