It's Happening

Aaaawww

It's happening. My children are growing up, getting older. Without even asking me how I feel about it, mind you. The last few years have been so full of ups and downs, frustrations and victories, screaming, tears and laughter.  
I guess I am grateful. Always grateful. Ponky is so smart. She has finished the Harry Potter book series.  At the tender age of 8 she has read Call of the Wild and White Fang. She is so damn smart. They both are. Little Hurricane is really starting to blossom with her reading skills as well. We laid in bed today thinking up words that begin with every letter of the alphabet. She is sounding small words out and I hope that she loves to read as much as the rest of her family. We are all total bookworms. 
And I know that she is doing so much better. She is working hard at therapy and we still have our rough days. But on the inside I know that it can always be worse. I see that every week when I take Little Hurricane to OT. There are kids that don't seem to have any issues there, but I know better than to judge the book by the cover as my own daughter is a complicated tome despite her adorable appearance. There are also kids there struggling with the most basic of skills. And so I am grateful. Grateful that although she will struggle forever, she will probably never struggle as hard as some kids. 
Then comes the guilt. I can't change our situation or anyone else's, but I would if I could. I would make everything better for everyone that I see struggling. I would hug everyone there and tell them that they are beautiful just how they are. They are wonderful and amazing and that just by watching from afar I can see the strides these kids, these strangers have made. I am proud of all of them. Just for being there. 
For working hard. 
For living with such gusto. 
It makes my heart sing.