I see you, baby girl.
I see you watch the other kids at gymnastics on the trampoline.
I see your little mind staring in wonderment.
And when it is your turn, I see you struggle.
I see you trying so hard to do what they do. The top half of your body moves up and down, but your feet remain firmly planted on the ground.
Your frustration never gets the best of you. You move on to the next activity and accept defeat.
But, I see you.
I see you watch your sister as she bounces with excitement.
Again, you try with all your might to make those feet lift from the ground, but your muscles fail you.
I hear you.
I hear you saying, “jump, jump, jump” hoping that if you say it loud and forcefully enough, you’ll be able to join in the fun.
Again, your body fails you.
I know you, baby girl.
I know you would give anything to jump with those other children.
I know you’re disappointed, but your smile always returns to your face swiftly.
You are the definition of resilience.
But today....
Today, I really saw you.
I saw you experience something you are incapable of doing on your own.
You see, I’m not the only one that sees you.
Your therapist sees you too.
She knew that jumping would be a dream come true, and today she removed the obstacle in your way.
She allowed you to experience the elation of jumping.
Today, I really saw you.
I saw you free of the burden of your muscles.
I saw your pure delight in the moment, and my heart rose and soared as your feet finally lifted from the ground.