Miracles

I was picking up Sydney from nursery today after church and was reminded once again of the miracle that our family has encountered this year. Her teacher, with tears in her eyes, went on and on about the amazing transformation that she has seen in Sydney. "The screaming has stopped. The discomfort has stopped. And she is so happy and delightful, never making so much as a whine in class..." She went on reminding me of the days where Sydney just screamed and couldn't ever be consoled. "I felt so sorry for you Brit, we all did" she said. And again with tears she said, "It is amazing. I am so happy for her, and for YOU. You have to know that this is nothing short of a miracle."

I do. Believe me, I do.

Just yesterday Dylan ran her over Syd with his toy car. 6 months ago this would have resulted in 30 minutes of blood curdling screams, but yesterday only resulted in about 2 minutes tops. I find myself saying, "well, there it is" (expecting a screamfest) when little things happen such as her milk spilling, her toy being taken away, or her shoe not fitting right. But it has stopped. Almost completely. She only cries now when it is really warranted, and it does not last long when she does, she can be consoled now. Yesterday she got hurt and came running to me. I rocked her in my arms in the rocker and she layed quietly, head on my shoulder for about 20 minutes. She hasn't let me do this since she was a baby. I cried of course, like I always do when I am reminded of her progress. She is an amazing little girl, and now that the screaming has stopped, and the sleeping has begun, I have more patience with her and I am able to see all the wonderful things that she has to offer. I find myself all the time saying, "isn't she great?", "she is so cute and so much fun!" Sadly, with everything going on, I could never see through her, I never really knew how great she was. What a miracle indeed!

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