Dylan is now 2 years and 7 months old (seriously, how is that even possible?) and he does not walk.
He does not walk and that is OK.
When we moved into our new place, we had to begin working with a whole new team of Early Intervention specialists. During that transition, I think we had about two months off from all services and while I did experience a bit of guilt about it, I also felt that the break from it all was actually quite nice. I was able to stop thinking in terms of Dylan reaching goals and begin seeing that Dylan is doing exactly what he needs to be doing. No pressure, just livin' life.
We started Early Intervention here and as I mentioned in a previous post, one of the very first questions his new PT asked me is, "Why isn't Dylan walking?". It caught me off-guard because I had stopped thinking in terms of what Dylan isn't doing and was in the complete mindset of what Dylan is doing.
She says that he is not walking because he is not confident.
I say that he is not walking because he is not ready. Whether it's physical, mental, emotional, whatever, he is simply not ready. And I am not going to push it, I'm just not. Will I work with him? Yes. Will I encourage him? Yes. Will I cheer him on like a wild woman when he cruises along the furniture? Yes.
Will I stress about it? No.
He is going to get there and he's going to do it when HE is ready. I have learned a long time ago that these things happen not on my timeline. I used to say, "Oh, I wish so badly that he'll learn to walk before he turns 2." or "before he goes to preschool." or "before the summer comes"...
Why? What good does that do?
He's building confidence, albeit slowly.
And it's all OK.
He's a happy kid living his life.
And that means more to me than anything else.
The walking? It will come. It will come exactly when it is suppose to come.
When Dylan is ready.