The Pet Shop

We visited the pet shop yesterday. We took Maggie down to see the 'fishies' and there we watched her wiggle in the shopping cart seat with glee. She squeeled and pointed at the fish, expressing such excitement. It was her first time seeing fish. And she would point to the next tank and the next to get a good look at all the different kinds. Eventually, I took her to the bird cage, thinking she would no doubt love it. There was a huge array of colorful parakeets and finches, fluttering and tweeting about. She looked at them briefly. Examined the cage. Then looked back at the birds again. After a minute or two, she promptly turned to face me and signed "All done". Guess a bird is not on the wish list for this little girl :) But we might get one anyways.

As we drove away from the pet shop, it dawned on me that she is going to be okay. Despite this syndrome that inhibits her development, she doesn't just lie there on her blanket and stare at the ceiling. She takes delight in her life. Life excites her. She has brand new experiences that make her happy. I'm glad I can witness that.