Being a parent to a child with special needs is hard. No getting around it. No parent would tell you otherwise. As I sit and reflect this morning after a heart wrenching physical therapy session with our daughter Macy, I am at a loss. I feel such an imbalance and unrest. On one side Macy hates therapy. She is delayed in her physical growth and in her gross motor skills. She is 14 months old (11 months on the charts because of being a preemie). She sits up, army crawls, babbles, smiles, communicates exactly what she wants and is sad when she hears the word no. Last week she began standing, holding onto furniture. This was the first time EVER that she would bear weight on her feet. Even standing on our laps or at other times over the past year, she has never put her feet down and jumped or bounced. She just pulls them up and wants to sit. Always has. So, when she started to stand, I became very hopeful. She can do it. We are seeing something that she can do. It put an end to the questioning of her physical ability to stand and walk eventually. But after a week of working on standing and loving it, Macy is going backwards. Mommy doesn