My post yesterday was supposed to be about spaghetti…
It turned into something completely different but I believe I left spaghetti in my tags….
Oups! My bad!
If you ever talk to my mom about Emily
…. Hopefully you speak French otherwise this conversation will not be happening ….
Anyhow…. my mom will tell you that she calls her grand daughter “poupée” (doll) and that Emily is a miracle.
My mom will tell you with tears in her eyes about the first time she visited us in our small apartment when Emily was not quite 4.
We had just moved.
I made spaghetti for dinner, I sat Emily in her chair and gave her a bowl with her spaghetti cut in small pieces. I gave her a small curved spoon and allowed her to feed herself.
She made a mess but she got some in her mouth on her own.
That to my mom was and still is a miracle. Witnessing Emily feed herself and not chocking, not vomiting.
It is still one of Emily’s favorite food!
In fact we had some last night when we went out for dinner.
The plate arrived, I asked for a small salad bowl and a tea spoon.
I cut it into small pieces, put it in the bowl, gave the bowl and tea spoon to Emily than she ate it.
Made no mess whatsoever.
Some people around us looked at how we prepared her food and who knows what they were thinking.
Can’t she do it?
Why is she eating in a bowl?
What’s wrong with her?
What’s wrong with her parents, why can’t they let her do it?
Who knows what they were thinking.
I know what I was thinking.
I have an amazing daughter with a good appetite. I’m lucky she can feed herself.
And every single time I see a plate of spaghetti I think about my mom’s miracle!
I am reminded of how far my daughter has come!
Do you have little things in your life to remind you of how lucky you are?