A mothers nerves

So I'm sitting here waiting for the physical therapist that is going to come and evaluate my son at 4:00 today. Both of my children are sleeping peacefully - finally, and I can't even resume cleaning my house like I told my husband I would because I'm so nervous for what the PT might say about Vinny.

See, Mr. Vinny will be 2 in November and still has not taken the leap to walk on his own yet. He'll walk along furniture, or push a chair around the room but won't let go and do it HIMSELF.
Some people say he's perfectly fine, and will do it when he's ready since the motor skills are apparently there. Others have worried me by saying that something may not be connecting in his brain that will allow him to walk independantly.

I think he's just stubborn and lazy like his mumma! : )

But I'm sitting here bouncing my knee up and down at roughly the speed of a supercharged Vespa because the mom in me wants everything to be ok with her little boy.

Maybe by getting this off of my chest, I can get back to work around the house so my hubby doesn't give me that "what did you do all day?" look when he comes home.

Lets hope the therapist works some magic and the next time I write about this will be to say Mr. Vinny is dancing in a chorus line.

P.S. If any of you out there have dealt with a similar situation with your children or children you know, please put my mind at ease and share your experience with me, cause at times, I really feel alone in how to deal with this.