Sometimes, Moose’s accomplishments are almost as hard to take as his delays are.

I am so excited and proud every time he learns a new skill.  Every new accomplishment, whether learned at school or at home, is reason for great rejoicing, and a lot of praise.  It’s exciting to see him doing new things, saying new words, anything.

But, every now and then, it really hits me hard.  These things that I am rejoicing over should *not* be big accomplishments.  They should just be run of the mill stuff he’s been doing all along, like other children his age.

So, I of course continue to celebrate him and everything that he is learning to do, but a little part of me weeps inside, for the things that he should be able to do just because he’s three.