Big events like Christmas give me a chance to reflect. A chance to see how far Charlie has come in terms of development and probably a little bit about how far I’ve come in acceptance.
I dubbed Charlie’s first Christmas, seizure Christmas. He’d started having what I knew were seizures a few days before and with the holidays, there was nothing I could do but sit and wait for an appointment. I remember sitting at Christmas dinner, holding Charlie as he had a seizure while my sister-in-law comment on how active he was. It was horrible.
Needless to say, my six-month-old child didn’t really have the energy or will to do anything that Christmas.
Christmas number two, he was oblivious. Wanted nothing to do with new toys or presents. Nothing. Familiar was the only way to go.
Last Christmas and this one, I’ve seen a change and I just love it. He sees the presents and wants them. This year he very determinedly put each package in his mouth. He got mad when it took a long time to get the toy out of the package. He picked up new toys and started playing with them immediately. He chewed delightedly on the box of a new video.
He does still hate to tear wrapping paper–once you start that, he pulls his hand away in disgust.
Still, normalcy is nice. A happy child is nice. We can work on the wrapping paper.
How was your holiday?