The other day I was walking with Nolan, pushing Asher in the stroller. We stopped at a big pile of leaves and I asked Nolan if he wanted to kick them. Nolan started, then I started, and before long there was a flutter of crunchy yellow and orange maple leaves everywhere. I then looked at Asher, sitting in his stroller on the sidelines, and I thought to myself, sadly, "Poor Asher can't kick the leaves".
And then I thought "Oh yes he can!".
With Nolan's help, over and over, Asher stretched his legs out in front of him, we loaded his feet up with a pile of leaves, and he kicked them off.
He was thrilled. He was not disappointed he wasn't up standing on two feet kicking, this was just as good.
There have been, and there will continue to be, so many instances where for a brief moment I lament over the things Asher can't do. And then I will suck it up, get creative, and make it so he can.