Several years ago, when Alyssa was in kindergarten, I took her to a friend's birthday party at a skating rink. I remember this vividly because (a) I hadn't skated in about 20 years at that time so it was a bit rough and (b) I cried-- big tears, in public, around classmates' mothers-- because I was struck by the thought that Matthew might never skate. At the time, he was almost 2 and not standing or walking independently. I couldn't fathom him ever being able to experience something so typical.
On Sunday, almost 3 years later, Matthew skated. Though he needed a bit of assistance, he skated lap after lap, singing as loud as he could to whatever song was on the PA. I loved it, but he loved it more.
He threw a hissy fit of monumental proportions because he didn't want to stop when it was time to go. Annoying but totally overshadowed by the fact that this boy-- my sweet Matthew-- can skate!!