The best advice I think I ever received was because of the tiniest person I’ve ever loved.
That’s usually when you get the best advice ya’ know; when you’re going through a tough situation. Maybe it’s because you are willing to open your heart and hear from others.
My tough situation was the birth of my third child. She had birth trauma when she was born- leading to seizures and developmental issues. She was tiny, but beautiful. So sweet and cuddly in her pink blanket.
But I learned quickly not to take the small things for granted as I had with my other children. Kimberly spent almost half of her time crying, with a wailing sound that nothing seemed to help. By the time she was 6 months old I was sure that the crying wasn’t really connected to wanting anything. It was just part of who Kimberly was.
I worried about Kimberly. Would she be able to do anything like a normal child? We were lucky and lived near an excellent hospital with many services. They immediately setup a visiting nurse, Anna. Anna’s job was to train us how to encourage Kimberly’s developmental growth. So when Kimberly came home from the hospital, Anna started visiting weekly. Her advice? “If you make the steps small enough- anyone can walk”.
Of course we knew she wasn’t talking about walking. She was talking about the steps in learning. So, if Kimberly couldn’t track things with her eyes the way a normal baby could, we’d make the steps smaller. A smaller step would be to catch her attention. And she’d have lights, sound and touch to help her do it.
One day, Anna was holding her, trying to get Kimberly to follow the blinking lights with her eyes. Kimberly wasn’t having it and was wailing her head off. Finally, giving up, Anna looked at Kimberly and said “Oh, you probably want Mom” and handed her to me. I took her of course, the wailing little bundle of blanket with a scrunched up face. And in a moment, I realized things got very quiet. Kimberly had stopped wailing and shut up. I caught my breath and started to tear up as I realized my daughter finally recognized me. My daughter, Kimberly Gail knew that I was her mother. It’s a wonderful thing that I had taken for granted with all my other kids. But not this time. I knew for sure Kimberly knew I was her Mommy.
Kimberly only was with us a brief few months. Seizures finally overcame her one night and she slipped away from us forever. And still over 35 years later, I think of the advice I got long ago from Anna. And that advice has stayed with me to this day. No matter what I want to do, and no matter what I have to deal with- I break it down into tiny enough steps, and try to move forward.
To be grateful for the small things in life is something I learned from the time I spent with my daughter. And how to move forward no matter what is what I learned from the people who touched my life because of her.
This post is part of a BlogHop- click below to see other fabulous bloggers talking about the best advice they received!!!
Powered by Linky Tools
Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…