I can't express how awesome it is to see my daughter walking. Even thought I've seen it for 3 weeks now, I still sit in wonder when I see it happen. Its like watching a movie. I can't believe it happens and happens to me.
This pains me to say but I'm glad we're a step closer to generic definitions of "normal." It pains me to say because as the mother of a special child I'm not supposed to look at normal and long for it. I'm supposed to be happy and beyond thrilled at my special little girl and not take notice of how she's different. For the record, I do love my little girl more than words. I am beyond thrilled at exactly who she is. I barely notice when she's different (altho constant appearances at the children's hospital can make that glaringly obvious). But to know she's catching up to her peers, that there's one less specialist in the mix makes my heart dance.