So, Erin took her first steps this week. They were only two small steps, but I don’t think even Neil Armstrong’s lunar landing elicited nearly as much applause as those first tentative steps did. Craig was immediately on his camera to record the auspicious occasion, while I hovered behind her, in case she suddenly decided that this walking business was too much hard work. Vida, our rambunctious Ridgeback, rushed into the lounge to find out what all the fuss was about, almost knocking our novice perambulator to the ground. Fortunately, Erin stood fast, basking in our applause and joy.
She has been slow in taking to walking, much to my dismay. Although she has been “cruising” for months, Erin has been reluctant to let go of the coffee table or chair to venture forth on her own. But lately, she’s been grabbing our hands and pulling us in the direction she wants to go – a sure sign that independent movement was not far off. And then, on Saturday, she finally let go and took those first amazing steps. I am a terrible one for living in the here and now. I always look back with nostalgia, or gaze forward at what I think the future may hold. So when Erin let go of our hands to walk on her own, my mind immediately pole-vaulted to her first bicycle ride, her first day at school and her first date. So many firsts to look forward to. But I have to remind myself that it’s important to cherish each magical stage, and, like Erin, to take it one step at a time.
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