I think when you're with children, experiencing the world through their eyes, you see miracles every day. I remember the moment when Layni first learned to put sounds together to read a Dick and Jane book - that miraculous moment of a whole new world opening up to her. I remember the afternoon she learned to ride a two-wheeler without training wheels - that exhilarating moment when she got it and she was flying along by herself. I remember the moment when Elysa got her first walker and was upright and moved along the floor by kicking her feet all by herself and the utter joy and wonder on her face.
There are those "normal" first moments of excitement that anyone experiences with a child - first step, first word, first day of school... Then with a child like Lysa, every tiny (to other people) milestone is a huge celebration. But for me, it also has planted in me an utter wonder and appreciation and thrill for the normal milestones of childhood development.
Everyone is delighted when their child learns to crawl, but I watch it with joy and amazement, because I know the strength and coordination and intricate movements it involves. I was watching one of our beautiful babies in Bible study today, scurrying across the floor, and it's truly a wonderful sight. Lysa can (and loves to) roll on her belly, she can even pull her legs up under her, but isn't able to get her arms going to crawl because she doesn't have the strength or coordination... and she may not (probably won't) ever be able to do that. And that's okay, because we adore her just as she is, and celebrate whatever she accomplishes. But it does give you a different perspective on the every day miracles of life.