I’ve always seen myself as Aidan’s biggest champion. I have to be the one who believes in him most and fights for him hardest. That’s my job. But what about when I’m not? When Aidan was born I told his physical therapist that I wanted him to walk into kindergarten with whatever support he needed, but definitely walking. I gave her 5 years notice so I think that’s fair. We had no idea what the future would hold, but I was determined to have high hopes. Now his PT wants him to walk independently with his walker, as in, “Hey Aidan, can you please get me a latte?” It’s not that I don’t want that. I’m just having a hard time picturing it as reality. I’m faking my high hopes now, but I guess that’s part of my job too. I suppose it’s also part of my job to listen to his other champions and allow myself to get caught up in their enthusiasm. Because, really, wouldn’t that be the best I told you so ever?