As Tranquil grew, I quickly learned that a blind child was almost no different from a non blind child. We had all the same challenges as other parents, with just one little extra one. Surprisingly teaching her to talk was much easier than we ever imagined.
In fact her verbal skills were amazing. She was talking in full sentences before we ever even attempted to teach her to walk. She and I would sit for hours in the back yard talking about different sounds she could hear. She was so incredibly smart.
“I hear bird mommy.”
“That’s right love.”
Finally after careful consideration, we started to teach her how to walk. Cello did most of the work, he seemed to have a better grasp on the concept than I did and little Miracle just adored her daddy to pieces, so any time they got to spend together, she ate it up.
After a while she started to get the hang of it. All Cello had to do was call out to her and she could easily follow the sound of his voice. So once the mechanics of it all fell into place for her, she was walking like a pro not long after. I had never seen a more proud pappa in my life.
“I did it!”
“You sure did sweetheart!”
There never was a more joyful happy baby. She loved to laugh and we loved to hear it. She was always smiling and it was obvious when you saw her that she never once felt her blindness was a disadvantage. She was just a happy healthy little girl. A fact that made the two of us realize all of our worries before had been completely unfounded. She was amazing.
Everyone adored her.
Auntie Symph. Everyone was in awe of our little Miracle.
As time carried on and we quickly discovered there was something else that was quite extraordinary about her.
At first I was apprehensive of trying out the baby xylophone, only because I was unsure how I would show her where to strike the mallet. Deciding to finally give it a shot though, I sat down on the floor with her and gently took her hand in my own. “Like this.” *clink*
*clink* *clink* *clink*
*clink* *clink* *clink*
I think that was the moment that music became her life. After some trial and error (hitting the carpet) Tranquil started to learn exactly where each tine went and which one made what sound. I watched in amazement as she started to create her own music. At first I didn’t hear it, but one day it finally clicked. She was learning how to play the sunshine song. I had to choke down the tears as I tried to sing along to her beautiful rendition.
“Please don’t my sunshine away.”
If she wasn’t playing music, she was listening to it. All kinds. She would sit for hours in front of the radio when we let her. Of course we kept it to clean stations, but to her it didn’t matter to her, just as long as it was music.
There was only one thing she loved more than her music and that was her cousin Minnie. Watching them together was just about to most adorable thing I had ever seen.
“I’ll be the daddy and you be the mommy.”
Watching her grow up before my eyes, was the most amazing blessing I had ever received. Someone once said, we are only given what we can handle and if all of my hardships were necessary to have such an amazing inspiring person in my life, then let me tell you every single bit of it was worth it.