For all that Little Bear challenges us (and he does) he also never fails to exceed our expectations. When we signed the papers to adopt him, I had never even seen the extent of Little Bear's special needs. He was ours, and that was that. I expected for him to have both legs amputated at the knee and to be dealing with prosthetic limbs so that he could be fully mobile. I believed that there might be things he could never do. Boy, was I wrong!
Little Bear's birthday present last year was a bike. A few months he went rollerskating for the first time, and just last week he began to walk on the balance beam by himself. (We go to a great gymnastics school. The owner/ head coach once asked when Bear was going to join. I said that I didn't know that gymnastics was going to be his thing since most gymnasts needed fibulas. He just shrugged and said that they'd get him on pommel horse.) All this from a child who, when he goes to the doctor gets the very real question, "Can he walk?"
You rock, Little Bear!
Life, sustained: Part 2
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