Sometimes I am frustrated that the slow but steady change in my weight is only being seen on the scale, and other small changes I have picked up on. (Like clothing getting looser, increased stamina.)
Then it hit me: Maybe Ricki is frustrated when we don’t notice her baby steps towards change.
The fact that I have so many fewer “terror” stories to write this year than I did a year ago (and especially two years back) makes blog-writing harder, but it shows a big change in Ricki. Tonight, after eating too much, at least she came and checked with me before digging into the soy patties for a third time.
She has so much to learn, so much to acclimate to, the task sometimes seems endless. But what often goes unnoticed are the small tiny footsteps towards maturity and adulthood.