Parker decided that he had spent enough time in a highchair, thankyouverymuch.Ã‚Â When we ate at the table he wanted to eat at the table too.
So we went broke out the big kid chair.Ã‚Â More like a booster seat that allows Parker to be at the perfect table height.
The better to launch his mashed potatoes, don’tcha know.
What I am loving is how Parker is wanting to eat by mouth lately.Ã‚Â Oh, we still have a ways to go before the marjority that goes into his mouth stays in his mouth, but if you only knew where we started the journey at, you would understand our excitement.
One of the biggest struggles with having such a medically fragile child as Parker has been forgetting to have fun. I know it sounds impossible for somebody to forget to have fun. But it happens. The worry. The fear. They can block out most everything.
It makes me sad that my other kids may grow up thinking that I turned into such a dud of a Mom after Parker was born.
The balance between the medically fragile with special needs and the typical can be overwhelming.
I remember someone once telling me that surviving is important, but thriving, thriving is elegant. I figure that I can try the whole thriving thing. What do I have to lose?
I know that if I reach down deep enough and pray sincerely enough that I can find the strength I need to thrive.
And that, is just what I intend to do.