Four months of worry came to a head yesterday when my
daughter finally decided to walk. I
plan on spending today obsessing about whether, in fact, she is walking. Maybe last night was a fluke. I postponed putting her to bed because I was
concerned that she would forget her new skill during the course of the
night. She has been awake for less than
an hour now and I’ve already made her work for her breakfast. She wouldn’t walk but she did stand
unassisted. She smiled at me and looked
longingly at the waffle so I gave in and handed it over.
I’m going to a friend’s house today. She has had a front row seat to my neurotic
Mother show. She knows, first hand, how
much energy I have wasted worrying about my daughter’s inability to walk. Together, we will make it happen.
I cannot wait to take my daughter to a playgroup so she can
show off her new skill to all of her little friends. Who’s laughing now, punks? It will be a sweet victory for me and she is bound to get some pleasure
out of it as well. My daughter will
take some steps today. If she doesn’t, she won’t eat. It’s that simple.