Where Did It Go?

Where did the last five years go? I swear we took this pic of Gage last year! When did he grow out of being a baby? A toddler? A preschooler? He is a kiddo know, and we will begin homeschooling this Fall. He will be in Kindergarten at home and I think of all the time that has whizzed by.

Does it feel like that for all parents or is it just me? Somethimes I wonder if I focused so much on Bo and Cote's diagnosis' that I missed out on the fun stuff. I feel sometimes like I have to remember so much medical information, that I can't remember enough of the sweet things. I do not have the dates of everyone's first anything, because I always forget where I wrote them down. I can tell you about the dozens of appointments we have set up for Spring, our therapy schedule, the phone numbers to all of our specialists, but I can not tell you the dates that anyone hit any of their milestones. I cannot tell you the first time Gage finally said "mama" or the day that Cote finally sat up on her own.

Today Gage thriving. He is slowly getting his Sensory Processing Disorder under control, his fine motor skills are improving, he is polite, has a wonderful vocabulary, stands up for what he believes in at age 5 and loves everyone.

Bo is crawling, walking in his gait trainer better and better every day, constanly pulling himself into a stand to get into trouble, is eating a bit better, is playing really well with others, and seems to be improving with his cognitive awareness.

Cote is sitting, rolling, trying to transition from lay to sit on her own, bearing some weight on her feet, eating lots of pudding, playing with toys much better and has a very distinct dislike for our cat.

Although I cannot remember everything from the past, we have made it thus far. My kids are thriving and for that I am proud of myself. I may not have had any sleep for the last five and a half years, but my kids have never had to feel insecure. I have been there for every one of the hundreds of appointments, the hospitalizations, the bumps, bruises, sicknesses, the hour long feedings, the colic, the night terrors and every drama in between. I may not remember all of the fun stuff, but I have been there to help them through all of the hard stuff. I have been there to push them and force them and comfort them.

So, although it breaks my heart that these last few years has completely flown by, I know in my soul that we have accomplished much more than ever expected. I have three of the most well behaved, loving and hilarious kids I have ever encountered... and that is something I will always remember.