Head down, hands balled into fists, face turning red.
It took close to thirty minutes but he would eventually make it across the room.
And back again.
Liam independently moved himself from one place to another.
In doing so he demolished my understanding of the terms effort, strength and determination. I am being completely honest when I say that I have no idea where he gets it from. Not from me for sure. I’ve never worked as hard for anything in my life as Liam works to take a walk with his Mama.
To say that I am proud is too common a phrase to use for what moments like this make me feel. This can’t be just pride. There’s got to be some better word for this, I just don’t know what it is.
He wasn’t supposed to do this. Although he wasn’t supposed to thrive, or grow, or eat, or breathe, or come home at all either. But he certainly wasn’t supposed to walk.
Good thing his lazy dad kept forgetting to tell him that.
I’ll talk to you later.
Note: The video was taken by Liam’s nurse who earned himself some big points with me by being quick with his camera so that I could see some good footage before I even left work that day.