The moment when all the puzzle pieces fall into place,
Fills me with an overwhelming sense of achievement,
I can only imagine how rewarding it must feel for Isaac.
Learning as we know,
Is never linear,
We’ve not simply followed a preset path,
Ticking off the crossroads as Isaac’s passed them,
Moving smoothly along to the next.
And not everything he’s acquired along the way,
As we’ve discovered,
Or the acquisition of a new skill seeing the loss of another.
And we’ve all had to insert patience into our DNA.
So when everything falls into place,
After months of attempts,
Adjustments and readjustments,
It is the most beautiful thing.
A spirit lifting tonic,
And that good old reassurance that what we are doing is working.
(And we can never get enough of that!).
And the best part of it all,
Is when it comes completely unaided,
And with the greatest of ease.
And this is exactly what we saw on one mid May morning,
As we’d made our way into the therapy room,
As had become a built-in part of our lives,
But this day was to be special,
Not that we’d known it yet.
Isaac walks in with our practitioner,
Up the stairs with care to shift his weight across each leg as he climbs,
Along the deck,
Wiping his feet ceremoniously as he goes over the door mat,
And making his way over to rest in standing,
Facing the therapy table,
Stabilised by both hands propping him on the tables surface.
And then it happened.
In our usual flutter of removing coats,
Retrieving note pad,
And phone for photos,
Isaac hoicked his leg up onto the therapy table,
Followed by the other,
And in one seamless,
Spun himself around onto his bottom,
Shimmied himself forward,
Until he sat tall,
Legs dangling over the edge,
And with a look satifiaction,
Broke into a smile ear to ear,
And plastered an expression that read,
Well, what are you waiting for?
Let’s get started!
It all happened so fast,
We stared at him a little stunned,
Until it sunk in,
And we joined together in shrieks of laughter,
And giggles of glee,
As we acknowledged the monument of the moment for him.
And the beauty in which he moved.
And we bear witness once again,
To the realness of his progress,
The success in which he is tracking forward,
And the skills that have found their place in his system,
Allowing him a greater sense of freedom,
And the ability to now so easily do,
That which he’d been working on,
Or rather doing with assistance and guidance,
For many many months,
All by himself.
And I’m so proud,
I think I could actually burst.
And I know he feels it too.
Bravo boy’O! Bravo!
What will you achieve next?
I have to wonder.
The End of Chapter Twenty-Two