I find myself thinking of you. Tumaini. 9 months old now. They say you learn a lot with your first born. I may not be your mother, but I’ve watched you grow. I’ve watched you change.
I remember when you arrived. Three days old. Bleary eyed and hungry, but a big boy. 3.4 kg,(7 1/2 lbs) quite big by Tanzanian standards. Yellowed eyes with jaundice, but healthy boy.
I remember when the volunteer came who was a physio therapist. She was deeply concerned with your development. Possible reflexes common with cerebral palsy she said. He needs a lot of special one on one exercise time, she said.
I remember the countless hours I spent working with you. Trying to help you reach your milestones. I remember the first time you grabbed your own feet. I remember the first time you rolled over. I remember cheering and telling everyone.
Now watching you grow and change. You love standing up. You move your feet to walk if I’m holding your hands. You have 5 teeth working their way in. I love you little man.
*this blog is part of Five Minute Friday – read more about it here