June 25, 2011
Such tiny paths to progress, one would be hard-pressed to notice.
My eldest breaking free of his sitter, post-roller coaster, just long enough to gently squeeze my arm, and search my eyes to see if I had watched him soar.
Zachary lowering his head to his sibling’s lap without prompting, his brother not only tolerating, but welcoming the touch.
Justin’s hand gently ruffling his brother’s head, the slightest slip of a smile gracing his face as he finishes.
Such small gifts. Neither recovery, nor “normalcy”, words which have ceased to retain their meaning for me. Just simple moments to validate that both boys are safe, happy, and relate to one another. It’s not what I longed for years ago.
But these moments are still something, fleeting and fragile as they are. I hope I always take the time to see them.