Before Ella was born, I liked to be right a lot (who doesn't??).
Since then, there is nothing I love more than being proven wrong.
I used to worry that having a syndrome with developmental delays meant Ella would never play creatively
or that she wouldn't take any initiative to get things she wants.
|This girl carried a heavy wooden stool all by herself across the house just so she could watch the popcorn pop.|
I thought having CdLS meant she wouldn't be silly
or have a strong bond with us.
I never thought Ella would sit still to let me make her hair 'pretty'--much less put it in braids..
|TWO of them!|
I didn't know if we would ever be able to have a 'nice' family meal again
|She is SO proud to be in a 'big girl' booster seat.|
and after at least a full year of I'm-being-tortured-scream-filled bath time, I had little hope things would improve.
|These two LOVE taking baths together!|
Most of all I worried she wouldn't be happy.
Yup.. I really love being proven wrong.