Big gains

“Don’t say small gain. No matter how small, it’s a gain.”

Leaving our Pediatric Rehabilitation Medicine Specialist these are the words she said to me. It’s true. Nothing is ever trivial with our son. Every ounce of progress he makes is huge. There is no such thing as a small achievement with him. We cheer, we clap, we burst with pride.

I am the lunatic mom that shares a video of him chewing on a Slim Jim or a video of him attempting to prop sit for a few seconds alone. I share videos of feats that are seemingly small to the outsider. If anyone ran across my videos and didn’t know our son they most definitely think I am one of those moms. A crazy, overbearing mother who thinks their child is the best at mouthing Slim Jims. 😉

I can’t help it. I have a serious problem with pride. I am so proud of everything he accomplishes that I’m compelled to share it. Not only am I proud I also want everyone to understand. I want people to understand what it’s like to have to work for everything. I want people to see the determination and motivation he has. Not only will we never give up; neither will he. Every. Single. Day. He works.

Last Friday grandma brought him to therapy and I gave her one instruction; don’t pick him up when he cries. It’s inevitable. He’ll cry. He’ll arch his back and get big crocodile tears. (Send me to the gym and tell me to do fifty squats and I’ll probably cry too.) Day after day, he works. He doesn’t give up. We won’t either. We’ll celebrate every gain no matter how big or small.

Please see this link to help us get our little boy to Intensive Therapy. He has an opportunity to make more gains. Big gains. Small gains. Any way you look at it, it’s a win.