The past couple weeks my Facebook news feed has been filled with pictures of girls of all ages at their dance recitals. Most of the girls were elementary school age and up. I even attended one of my niece who is a junior in high school. There were a few pictures of cute little 3-5 year olds. It was those that caught my eye. The first thing I thought of when I found out I was pregnant with a girl, was the future dance recitals. This year would have been the year we would have started the dance classes. Instead of dance classes, it was therapy sessions. Instead of costumes, it was a device to help her talk. Like all those little dancers though, she spent hours upon hours practicing her little heart out just like those little dancers who practiced their little heart out. Yes, some may say, but Erin, Courtney has the right to be in dance classes too. Those who are thinking that haven’t fully gotten to know Courtney yet. If someone actually said that to me, I would probably laugh out loud in their face. Dance classes are not for my little wild one at this point.
I’m not writing this to get people to feel sorry for us because you know what, you know that feeling you had when seeing your daughter dancing her heart out on stage? I’ve felt that feeling. I felt it today when I watched Courtney navigate her talker to tell me she wanted cereal for breakfast. I felt it when I told Alyssa to go give Courtney a high five and when Alyssa went up to her with her hand up, Courtney actually gave her a five back. Two things that she worked on hours upon hours during therapy sessions, now perfected.
Do I ever wish Courtney could do same things other kids age do? Of course I do. Who knows, maybe one day she will be able to take dance lessons. Courtney is leading us on a different journey. May not be your typical journey of dance, sports and sleep overs but it’s our journey and a journey I’m loving. Courtney, you keep “dancing” your little heart out and mom and dad will be there to support you.