There was a time when The Boy couldn't point his finger.
There was a time when The Boy couldn't jump.
There was a time when The Boy couldn't speak.
The Boy does all of these things now. So I have to remind myself not to worry too much about his handwriting or the coloring within the lines.
When I got off the D train at Columbus Circle this morning, I glanced over at the escalators.
The up escalator was too crowded, The down escalator, empty. I was almost tempted to run up the down escalator, instead I ran up the subway steps.
I don't know why, but at that moment I thought of The Boy and his learning process. Some children can just get by as easily as standing on the escalator. Others, have to work at it by running up the stairs. Learning for The Boy, is like walking up the down escalator. It's difficult, there are moments when you feel like you're just never moving forward. Getting to the top will take much longer, but it can be done.
The Boy never stops moving. Eventually he'll make it to the top. And every day he's one step closer to getting there.