My Milestones are Different

My milestones are different,
They may not look like yours.
But every step I take,
Opens brand-new doors.

I’ll get there in my own time,
No need to rush or race.
Each little win is mighty,
In its own gentle grace.

I may not know how to crawl,
Or say many words at all.
I cannot yet stand on my own,
Sometimes, when I sit, I fall.

I’m still learning how to eat,
I’ll get there when I can.
Please be patient with me,
I hope you’ll understand.

My milestones are different,
They may not look like yours.
But I’ve conquered battles
That life rarely ensures.

I’ve survived surgery on my heart,
By doctors who are quite smart.
I’ve faced needles, scans, and hospital stays,
Through endless nights and uncertain days.

I’ve been poked, prodded, and wheeled down halls,
Surrounded by strangers in sterile walls.
But now I’m home, 12 months old and strong,
Where love and laughter carry me along.

My milestones are different,
But here’s what I can do:
I wave, I smile, and giggle too.
I say “Dada,” “Baba,” and stick my tongue out at you!

I am determined, I am brave,
I am mighty through and through.
Each little step, my own triumph,
And I celebrate it too.

My milestones are different,
But they tell my story best.
A journey of strength and courage,
Through every trial and test.

So when you see me walking
A path that's all my own,
Know that I’m unstoppable—
And in love, I’ve always grown.

By: Kori Frederick