"The measure of the moment
In a difference of degree
Just one little victory
A spirit breaking free."
Progress is incremental, made up of a series of failures to little victories, revisions and hourly referendums. But it's the daily white noise of everyday life that keeps the progress veiled until something pulls it back.
Like speech clarity, dexterity and peeing in the potty.
These little victories are highly visible connections on the toddler evolutionary lattice. Beatrice has had a slight speech delay and although we're still evaluating it, she seems to be a better visual learner, which in turn affects her dexterous learning. Her therapy and exercises to date have paid off however and she is catching up. Plus the preschool she attends is amazing -- she loves her friends and teachers and the interaction has been invaluable. Of course the Mama is the most patient teacher of all.
Hey, Bea can walk a balance beam, spoon yogurt into her mouth (and all over her face), sew yarn into a paper mitten and work an iPad better than most adults.
I have trouble putting on slip-on shoes. Jeez.
Just this morning she named all the animals on the animal show we watched together and what they were doing. Come to think of it, so did Bryce. Kind of.
"That's a duck swimming," said Bea.
"Dok!" cried Bryce.
Then without my knowledge, Bryce typed in a secret code on my Macbook:
Translation: Just one little victory, a spirit breaking free.
Right on, Baby. Except when you eat Play-Doh rather than play with it. Oh, and even though it's funny, Bryce also warned to be careful when teaching her older sister to say funky chicken.
(Queue the recent Modern Family episode.)