One year ago today Luke was curled up on the couch still recovering from the broken collarbone that he'd sustained while swan-diving off our armchair, face first onto the tiled floor a mere foot below. He was wearing diapers, and he was comforting himself with a pacifier ("noonie").
Today Luke is flitting around the living room, munching Doritos (one of the 3-5 foods he will currently tolerate) wearing Batman Lego undies like a big guy. The only "noonie" around belongs to his little brother Dominic and if I were to offer it to Luke he would laugh and act like I was nuts.
It has been a year marked with turmoil and uncertainty but it is important to acknowledge the gains Luke's made...gains he has initiated and participated in. I am proud of him, today and always.
I have new worries, of course, since worrying is as inherent to me as breathing. The food aversions continue at full strength. I worry about his teeth, and how we will react when he has his first loose tooth. Luke continues to act before thinking of the consequences (pushing his brother over, kicking his Dad)...but I remind myself...last year I couldn't have imagined a day without Luke in diapers. Nothing is static, even on the very rare occasion we wish it were.
I look forward the next year with my family, with my sweet and maddening little Luke. Happy New Year's to all of you!
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