I have a lot to be thankful for: great wife, beautiful son, great family, job I enjoy, a couple dollars, and a house over my head. Over the last several years these satisfactions have added up to a thing called happiness. I’m even thankful for the small enjoyments of life: a winning Reds season, silk pajamas (that right, ladies), and, of course, HD television.
You see, in this picture, Jackson is opening his hand and grabbing/holding his highchair. Just a few months ago, he wouldn’t have been able to open his hand enough to grab the chair. And even if he did, he would not be aware enough of his surroundings to do so. So, this might not look like much, but to me, to us, it is huge.
Here, Jackson (and Santina too, although we haven’t been working on it with her) is holding his head up, way up, for an extended period of time and looking in both directions. Like the object-grabbing, this is something that he couldn’t do just a few months ago. And something that we weren’t sure he would ever be able to do.
Who knows what the future holds for Jackson. We don’t know if he will ever be able to sit up on his own, let alone walk. We don’t know if he will ever be able to say yes or no, let alone speak. But these small advances give hope. And for that, I am thankful.
I think Andy Dufresne said it best, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”