I ran out of diapers upstairs tonight. Being too lazy and tired to go downstairs, I found some of Abby’s old pullups in one of the baskets up here. Since they are the same size as what Hannah would be wearing now, I used them. Perfect fit.
But then it hit me. Hannah is almost three years old. Had she been on a normal development track, she would be potty training right now. She may even likely be wearing pullups at this point.
Somewhere along the line over the past year or so, I stopped comparing what Hannah should be doing versus what she is doing at this point. Even though I see the differences between Hannah and my younger nieces, I don’t correlate them to an age of development. It is more like, “Oh, look what Emi is doing now. Hannah can’t do that.”
I don’t know why seeing her in these pullups is so emotional for me. I guess I’m looking at her a bit differently tonight. Seeing her long body (almost 36 inches) and that face that is no longer baby or even much of a toddler anymore.
She is definitely becoming a little girl. I see a little girl in a body that is broken but a spirit that soars. I see a little girl who is almost completely nonverbal but yet has the most expressive facial expressions where you can interpret what she wants. I see a little girl who has captured my heart in a way that I didn’t know was possible.
She will be three in just a few months. THREE years old! For those of you who have been on this journey with us from the beginning, you know how awe-inspiring it is to know that she has come this far. My sweet little girl.
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