We arrived at the hill and I was happy to see that M was excited to go sledding. He'd been once before, but it proved to be too difficult and tiring a task for him. Exhausted, he fell into the snow and refused to stand back up. Our time on the hill that day was under five minutes.
As M and I walked through the ice and snow, Miss J was already at the top of the hill and on her sled. Eager to follow his sister, M quickened his pace to meet her at the top of the hill. I positioned the sled and helped him in. Together we zipped down the hill. As we slowed in the fresh and untouched snow at the bottom, M announced, "Again!" and made his way back up the hill.
M rode down the hill with Mr. A and with Miss J and again with me. He rode by himself and held on to the sled's rope and pulled it back up the hill all by himself.
One of the times I was riding with him and he called to me, "Don't hit the tree, Mama!" He gave a loud belly laugh we we did. Another time he told me, "I like this! I like the snow!"
Needless to say, M surpassed my hopeful goal of three runs down the hill. I stopped counting but I am guessing he made at least a dozen runs before telling me he was too tired to go again.
He amazed me. My boy, sledding down a hill and climbing back up again and again and again. And for a second, it almost made me forget that once upon a time one of the 'top docs' cautioned us that M may never walk or talk.