Today while on a walk to the library, I had an epiphany. For months and months I was terrified of Abigail learning to walk. I was convinced she was going to kill herself. I was convinced she would hit her head and die silently from a subdural hematoma. I was really really scared.
But, now that she is relatively proficient, the fear is all but gone. She's had goose eggs on her forehead from hitting a table. She's faceplanted on the ceramic tile in the kitchen. She hit her chin on something the other day and I didn't notice the mild gash in her chin until a day or so later. (Don't worry, it's almost healed now and shouldn't leave a scar.)
The other day at the Argyle house she climbed the two steps from the family room to the kitchen while we all watched. We had no idea she could do it!
It was hilarious though because once she figured it out she wanted to do it over and over. The problem being she had to get down somehow, and sitting down and scooting on her butt didn't seem to be an option. Oh no, not for this girl. She has to be standing up and just walk out into thin air with NO FEAR. This results in falling down or having to be caught, but still, NO FEAR!
Maybe I should take a page from her book.
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Kids have a wonderful way of tugging your heart up into your throat. Making you laugh for joy, and cry at all the bad and happy moments. I know it's frightening to think of our little ones out in the big world. I'm not looking forward to the skinned knees from learning to ride a bike, but like most everything it is inevitable.
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