03/24/2026
Some days his steps are small.
Some words don’t come.
But his smile reminds me — love carries us through. 💜
This week his balance has been wobbly,
and his words take a little longer to catch up.
Some steps don’t land the way they should.
Some falls stay with you longer than the moment itself.
And I dress him.
Sock by sock.
Button by button.
Holding him steady,
trying to make the world feel safe.
I am hurting.
I’m hurting for you —
for the effort in your legs,
for the frustration in your voice,
for the fight your little body shows up to
every single day.
And still…
you look at me and smile.
So I will keep dressing you.
Keep holding you.
Keep pretending my hands are strong enough to steady you —
even when they aren’t.
Even when all I can do
is love you through it. 💜
