The time she baked me a cake. |
She, like Avery, didn’t have any dysmorphic features. At first glance, she appeared pretty typical. It was when she spoke that the disparity between her chronological and developmental age was apparent. She was extremely affectionate. “Ooooooh, she’s soooooo cute.” she repeated over and over every time she met Avery. She was gentle and sweet and very friendly.
I was curious about her diagnosis, but I never asked. I watched her carefully and hopefully. “She was such a happy kid,” I told my friend.
But more significantly, I observed her parents. “Every week I watched how they interacted with their daughter and their older child. They were always so genuinely happy and relaxed, having fun, and full of love.”
She listened as I told her about this family who unknowingly blazed a trail for me. And then she said, “But that’s EXACTLY what I see when I look at you and your family.”
She could see how much those words meant to me in that moment, but I wonder if she knows that on bad days—the days when I worry too much or look too far ahead—that I replay those words in my head and they make me feel more sure of myself as Avery’s mom.
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3 responses to “The Kindest Thing A Friend Ever Said To Me”
*tears*
All over again.
Sometimes on Sundays I swing by for inspiration, Lisa. I always find it here.
I felt you should know.
Here’s to a good week.
Wow. You are truly the kindest person with an enormous heart. Thank you so much. xxooxxoo
It’s weird – for the longest time, I didn’t want to let go of the infant phase and really yearned to do it all over again. And then suddenly it was the exact opposite – I *d1&#dn82i7;t* want to do it all over again, even though I still miss it. So, basically? Motherhood really screws with your mind sometimes.