I smile and listen as she continues to tell me how a few months ago, the paper would have remained blank. As she lists all her daughter's newly acquired skills and abilities, I absorb this moment of wonder and share in her joy and pride. I know what I am witnessing because I have lived it. A moment when you realize that your child is blooming. If you were to look at it with the wrong eyes, you would miss it because it is magic. It is not the lopsided letters that we eulogize, but everything they signify. The combination of a million small steps, an infinity of hopes, prayers, tears, sweat and faith. It is harvest time for this family and I feel privileged to witness their strength and commitment as parents. This is the time they get to see some of the fruits of their labor.
"Amazing," I say, and I mean those seven letters with all my heart.
Blooming is about growing in whatever corner of the garden you have been planted. Our role is not to question but to guide our seedlings towards the sun. To water with encouragement. To shied from harsh weather and to prune so that when they are ready, each little seed will bloom.