Our little bundle of vestibular sensory issues decided this past weekend to say, “Forget that mess! I’m going down my slide!”
To which all God’s people said, “You know that’s right! Come on down, brother!”
We put him on top of the slide, and he sat there all by himself. First time he ever did that without holding on to one of us. Then he grabbed each side of the slide at the top like he was preparing for a luge run and pulled himself forward and down the 8′ run with the 4 1/2′ vertical drop. (Kinda steep)
Since he’s never even thought about doing this before, you’ll notice there’s nothing but ground down there – no mulch, no nada… Bad daddy…
You win a lot of small victories in therapies, but then you get days where he just busts out a home run of an achievement of something he’s never even contemplated trying before. He did it all by himself, and then he went and did it again, and again, and again.
These are the days you jump up and cheer until you throw out a shoulder from pumping your fist in the air.
His expression in the 2nd picture is absolutely priceless.