I took it all for granted with our 8 year old, our first son. Every skill. Every single milestone. Even the tiny, minuscule things. All of it. Even the skills that I had no idea were a big deal. Transferring an object from one hand to the other. Clapping. Tall kneeling. The pincer grasp. Took all of those for granted too. Even the seemingly insignificant things. Sitting in the grocery cart. Holding a spoon. I assumed those were just a “given.” I know this sounds crazy but I took the messy parts for granted too. Potty training. Pulling the toilet paper off of the roll. The artwork on the walls.…