Today is a snow day and it’s an ordinary day. I’m home with the toddler who is snuggling on the couch while I type this. Spongebob is on in the background. The tot is wearing his new cloth training pants. He is on his way to being potty-trained.
I have learned not to take ordinary days for granted. I remind myself not to take my tot’s milestones for granted because I was not where he was. When I was his age, I was still catching up in development and having at least 20 hours of OT / PT / Speech. My mom still worries about my tot meeting his milestones because she worried so much about me meeting mine. I am grateful that my little guy is developing like a typical toddler. I am happy for his ordinary days because when I was his age, doing ‘ordinary’ toddler things required an extraordinary effort.
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