I stayed in the nursery with my children yesterday. Sy has been getting very sad when I leave him, so it's less stressful for both of us if we're together. Mostly, I sit on the floor and play with Ivy, while Sylas does his own thing. He doesn't need me to play with him. He just needs to know that I'm there.
I was sitting by the foamy squishy bridge thingy when an adorable little girl walked up the steps of the bridge. She stood right in the middle with her arms stretched to the sky. I applauded her and exclaimed, "Look at you! You're so TALL!"
From across the room, Sy must have been listening, because not a minute later, he was there. Struggling to get up on top of the bridge. And when he does, firmly planting his hands, getting his feet up under him and shooting his tiny bum up in the air (picture downward dog with less flexibility), yelling, "SO TALL, MAMA!"
Trying to hide my tears, I exclaim, "You are so tall, Bug. You're very, very tall."
And he is. Even though he's small for his age, from a medical standpoint he shouldn't have survived. He's taller than anybody ever thought he would be. And he may not be able to stand up on his own yet, but he's doing much more than anybody ever thought he would do.
He's our big tall miracle, and I'm so very proud.