So, there we were, walking down the stairs to her classroom. About 6 kids and their parents came walking in after us and very quickly passed us on the stairs. I didn't hold her hand to hurry her along. I let her hold the handrail and take one step at a time. Left foot down, then feet together. Then left foot down and then feet together. She still can't alternate her feet going downstairs. It takes her a long time to get down those stairs. But you know what? She got down them. All of them. Yes, those 6 kids rushed past us and made it into their classes well before we reached the bottom step, but we reached it. She reached it. Every few steps I'd say, "c'mon, bird. keep it up. let's go." And there she'd go: left foot down, feet together. Even this is an accomplishment when I think back to her early days when we weren't sure she'd walk; when she worked so hard as an infant and toddler to get her weak little muscles engaged and moving.
And it hit me: This is how it goes for us. Yes, the other kids pass her by, but she makes it to the bottom (or top!) and there I am right beside her cheering her on, "c'mon, bird. keep it up. you're doing it! almost there." It takes her a