Slow Boat

Well, that was over almost as soon as we started.

Physical therapy.

Next week, Anonybabe has her fourth and last session. Her physical therapist told Anonyhub today that she was happy to continue, but didn't think it was necessary. Anonyhub, who told me just last week that he planned to do only one month's worth of sessions, enough to determine that Anonybabe's "legs weren't put on backwards," agreed. The physical therapist will write up a report suggesting activities we can do to help build Anonybabe's strength, and we'll go our separate ways.

Anonybabe is what we thought she was from the beginning. Stunningly, deliberately, willingly slow to move. With the low muscle tone to prove it.

More power to her for it. She fits right in in this family. When the therapist asked her today what her favorite thing to do was, she answered "going to da libwawy!" It gives me flashbacks to the beautiful summer days I used to spend lounging in front of my parents' television watching PBS, or reading, reading, reading until my eyes hurt.

We'll all try to be more active together. Take long walks. Maybe we'll keep one eye towards moving to a warmer, more rural climate where we can roll out of bed and run outside to play without so much forethought.

But I'll also hold this experience in my heart when I'm told Anonybabe is different, is frustrating, doesn't fit. I'm gonna help the girl out when she needs a push. But ultimately I'm gonna let the girl be herself. Slowness and all.