At the mall yesterday, Namine gave us a lesson in acceptance.
Namine has been complaining of her legs hurting. I think I know why.
I love to write about Namine’s progress in her walker. I haven’t written as much about her braces, though.
Physical therapy used to be twice a week. It has since been cut down to once a week, but it’s an hour and a half of discomfort at best — agony and pain at worst.
I’d like to think that I’ve matured enough to move past having preconceptions about what my daughter can do. I was wrong.
Jessica sent me some pictures of Namine in therapy yesterday. I was amazed at how tall Namine is getting.
When we told Namine she had an appointment with Dr. Black, we were met with a look of confusion.