When Sammy was a baby, before we knew he was different in a "special" way, I used to take him to play groups to be around other children. As a first time mom, I didn't see the signs and couldn't understand why Sam wanted to play alone. He wouldn't eat snacks like the other kids, and only wanted formula, even at 18 months. Parents used to sit around and brag about the milestones their children reached at an early age. But no one wanted to hear how Sam was walking at 10 months (they would just tell me that was unhealthy, but how can you stop a child from walking when they want to?) or how he could play computer games at 18 months. When Sam was past his 2nd year, people asked why he wasn't talking like the others, and why he wasn't potty training (and I knew for a fact that boys took longer than girls and I just wasn't worried). I got a lot of nagging to get him evaluated.
That's when we found out he was speech and language impaired. This all includes his inabilities to use silverware, or dress himself, brush his teeth, his sensitivities to foods and textures, also his late potty training, and social skills.
It's been almost a year now, since Sam started getting therapy and going to his special school, and we have seen many miracles in the life of Sam. Now he can brush his teeth (only after I reach all the tough spots), he uses silverware, dresses himself (mostly backwards, but that's just fine!), he is trying to use the potty, he has lots of friends and his vocabulary is 5 times bigger than it ever was!
For parents with normal kids, all these things come naturally. They are usually amazing with #1, but as you have more kids, you come to expect these things to happen. But when your kid just doesn't function like the rest, it is heart breaking to see all the other kids far surpass your own little guy. I used to cry when I would read other's stories about cute things their kids would say, kids that were younger or the same age as Sam. It was so hard. But I got over it.
Now, I focus on Sam and Nephi as individuals, was celebrate with each of them as they reach their milestones on their own time. We cheer and dance and party when Nephi picks up his toys or says something clever. We jig and sing when Sam makes an observation or puts his shoes on the right feet. And we shed tears of joy when they both say those most cherished of words: "I love you."
As for my small miracle this week? I pulled this out of Sam's backpack today:
That, my friends, is a miracle.