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time to let go

so, my baby girl has been walking for about 6 weeks. she'd take 3 steps, then 5, and then she'd walk all over the place- as long as she was holding on to a finger or two of mine :) most of the time, she would stand there and cry until you let her grab on and go. she just plain did NOT want to walk on her own. this morning, same 'ol story. she didn't want to walk unless i was right there by her side. this afternoon, she let go a few times... she wandered off and then she'd come right back and grab on to take me with her.

but tonight....

i sat her down in front of the TV for a few minutes while i set the table. all of a sudden i see a little bobbing head rounding the corner coming toward me. it had to be my imagination?!?! my little baby girl who was too scared to let go had stood herself up by grabbing onto the couch, had LET GO of the couch, and headed toward her momma?? i literally could not believe my eyes. the rest of the night i couldn't hold on to her. she was walking. wherever she wanted to. wherever she felt like going... including the pantry to grab a juice box like she watched her cousins do for the past year. including the lamp that she's watched her cousins mess with for the past year.

and i've been mourning the loss of my baby tonight

i actually cried.

and then i told my husband we might just have to have 18 kids, so that when one starts walking and isn't a baby anymore, we can have another one. imagine what i'll be like when she starts school, or driving, or gets married?!? i tolkd him i didn't want her to walk. i wanted her to be my baby forever. until he said:

yeah, but think about it. some babies never walk. they physically can't. be thankful that she's growing up, and she's normal.

nothing like a little perspective from the wise hubby, huh? he's a good man. and a good daddy. and a good best friend. i'm going to love this journey with him :)


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