My smallest child has the ability to emotionally destroy me, she can break my heart with a simple action.
Today she wandered away from my side in a cinema aisle after the act of watching a full feature-length movie became all too much for her. To amuse herself and me she would wobble five steps away and then turn and run, as best one can with a dislocated hip, and throw herself into my arms, finishing the act with a high-pitched giggle of joy. I am not sure the rest of the movie theatre appreciated it but every time she collapsed into my arms with a whoop of happiness my face lit up and tears threatened to cascade down my cheeks.
BB can’t walk more than a few steps without wobbling and then hitting the ground, her hip throws her off-balance and she spends most of the day hugging the carpet. She has become so accustomed to falling that she rarely cries, instead she merely picks herself up, brushes herself down and wobbles on.
BB’s unique way of walking is testament to her strength, she shouldn’t be able to walk, she should have been diagnosed before she even tried to learn; but she wasnt and so she taught herself against the odds to get those legs moving. Emma, a fellow blogger, new friend and mother of a child with ddh captured her child, Erin, doing her wobbling walk as to not forget how it was before the spica cast and so I have done the same.
I cant wait to say goodbye to the falls, but part of me will miss the wobble.
(Concerned readers: please note I don’t often play fetch with my daughter, we normally embark in educational games, because playing fetch with your toddler would be wrong *coughs*)