You may be curious about the title of this blog, "Reverse Progress". Well, Miss Emerson has decided that crawling or attempting to crawl or even lifting herself up onto all fours is waaaaaay too difficult. She tries for a little bit and then puts her head down and cries her eyes out, when I pick her up she sighs loudly as if to say, "Why did you make me do that!!!" She is quite a character. Her PT this past week also laughed how after every manuever she had her do, Emerson needed a tight hug. I think it is less emotional and more sensory related. She always feels better after a tight squeeze. So I will be very surprised if she suddenly starts crawling, she really just kind of prefers to be held. :)
While I was still feeling guilty about Emerson and what more we could be doing for her, Ella handed me this book to read to her...
Is There Really a Human Race? by, Jamie Lee Curtis and Laura Cornell
Is there really a human race?
Is it going on now all over the place? When did it start? Who said, "Ready, Set, Go"?
Did it start on my birthday? I really must know.
Do I warm up and stretch? Do I practice and train? Do I get my own coach? Do I get my own lane?
Do I race in the snow? Do I race in a twister? Am I racing my friends? Am I racing my sister?
If the race is a relay, is Dad on my team? And his dad and his dad? You know what I mean.
Is the race like a loop or an obstacle course? Am I a jockey, or am I a horse?
Is there pushing and shoving to get to the lead? If the race is unfair, will I succeed?
Do some of us win? Do some of us lose? Is winning or losing something I choose?
Why am I racing? What am I winning? Does all of my racing keep the world spinning?
If I get off track when I take the wrong turn, do I make my way back from mistakes? Do I learn?
Is it a sprint? A dash to the end? Am I aware of the time that I spend? And why do I do it, this zillion-yard dash? If we don't help each other, we're all going to CRASH.
Sometimes it's better not to go fast. There are beautiful sights to be seen when you're last.
Shouldn't it be that you just try your best? And that's more important than beating the rest?
Shouldn't it be looking back at the end that you judge your own race by the help that you lend?
So, take what's inside you and make big, bold choices. And for those who can't speak for themselves, use bold voices.
And make friends and love well, bring art to this place. And make the world better for the whole human race.
Gotta love it. I sometimes feel like God is whispering to me and in this case I was definitely being hit over the head.