Josie took her first steps today. I still can’t believe it. Every milestone she reaches feels like another weight lifted off my shoulders. Ever since Josie was born with Pierre Robin, a mysterious complication that we never expected, there has been an anxious voice in the back of my head. It asks cruel questions that keep me up at night. Questions like, Will she ever speak? Will she develop on time? Can she hear me? Is she reaching her milestones? Is she normal? It’s a voice that I try to silence and ignore. I know it’s irrational to be concerned about things like that. If I ask any of these…
