As the new year opens,
I sit and simply marvel,
At what 2019 delivered.
Flicking in amazement,
Through the photos and footage,
From the therapy intensive with Sylvia,
Only two month ago,
Which marked the entering of a whole new developmental milestone for Isaac.
Where he found organisation.
The era of independent walking.
Even writing those words,
Sends a shiver down my spine.
To cast my eyes back across the images,
In full colour,
Which depict a lifetime of skill building,
Compressed into an intensive exploration through movement,
Through The Method,
To reach the pinnacle of independent walking,
Is the sweetest of gifts,
My eyes could ever feast.
As I scroll through video after video,
I am right back in each moment,
As I link long learn strategies,
With current repertoires of movement,
And I think ah ha!
Now I see!
I truly see how we got from a sixteen week old infant,
Helpless in space,
Unaware of himself,
Through the toddler years,
Of recreating for him,
That which he could not explore himself.
Into a small boy,
Entering into a world that did not fit the shape of his ability,
And therefore had to be modified,
Negotiating a relationship that didn’t look the same as it did for others,
That rarely came naturally,
And definitely not easily.
All the way to his almost nine year old self,
Who displays confidence,
Embraces his personal experience to the world as he knows it,
And smashing through milestone after milestone,
Not just physically,
Even socially despite ongoing speech impairment.
Surprising all around him with his wit,
His interest in concepts seemingly beyond his years,
His passion for climate action,
And ridding the world of plastic,
Or his love of non-fiction books,
A genuine fascination for all the workings of this wonderous world.
The person as a whole that Isaac has become,
Stops me in my tracks,
On the regular,
Giving me head-turning moments again and again,
Astounded by his take on the world,
The joke he’s made up,
The point of view so far fetched,
I’m belly laughing.
He’s just such a cool kid.
And while I’m bias as his mother,
I do hear this sentiment reiterated by others,
And while I repeatedly give testament of The Method,
And how it always did reach far beyond simply improving physicality,
In front of me,
Is the living proof,
Of just how wide the net did cast.
And all the while,
Isaac has been living,
The Method always at the forefront of his journey,
But not simply his journey.
But rather being the gate in which the doors to living,
And the rest,
The essence of Isaac.
Which we were waiting to see in the bright rays of sunshine,
Once we helped him wade out of the dark fog,
Of brain injury.
And here we stand,
Making it through from 2011,
To keep taking physical and cognitive steps,
Into this new year,
In the direction,
Of opening to more,
As we’ve always maintained,
Bruises and all.
First strides will take Isaac,
And his dad this time,
Back to California,
To dive straight back into another intensive,
Like icing on the sweet cake of organisation.
And to think,
In those past two month,
He’s taken to walking with purpose,
Both in and out of the house,
And most recently even first tentative barefoot steps.
And while there is struggle,
And there always will be,
Despite my current bravado,
In greater measure,
There is amazement,
And did I mention envy?
Because I probably should,
As I’m not quite sure how I’ll cope,
Missing out on two whole weeks of lessons!
Being sidelined for this particular adventure,
Has me glowing a bright shade of green.
But I know Isaac is in the best of hands with his dad,
And I’ll just have to suck it up,
And videocall a lot!
Welcome to 2020!
We mean business!