My little Liam is learning how to walk, and I am a nervous wreck!
I don’t know if it’s because he was so small and frail when he came home (remember, he was my first newborn), or maybe it’s because I know he is our last baby and I’m not quite ready for this milestone, but I find myself hovering over him with my arms extended at all times, trying to avoid any injuries.
Honestly, I was never this nervous with Dylan when he learned how to walk. Granted, Dylan was much older than Liam when he started walking – 14 months as opposed to Liam’s 11 months – so that might have a lot to do with it. Liam still seems to SMALL to me. When I see him standing up and taking those tentative five steps before he stumbles, I always think “He’s too tiny to be doing this!”
He’s not, of course. If he wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t be doing it. I know this in my rational mind. But when I see him standing erect like a tiny man, smiling proudly at his achievement, my heart starts pounding hard and I instantly rush to his side. To Liam’s credit, he doesn’t seem bothered at all by my hovering and is always glad to walk straight into my arms and give me a great big hug (which makes my rapidly pounding heart melt to a pulp).
I have to learn to let go, though. Falling is just par for the course when learning how to walk, and I am not always going to be able to catch him. I know that. But yet it is so very, very hard to let go.
In fact, I hear Liam waking up from his nap as I am typing this, so I’d better go. Bill doesn’t hover over him as I do, and God forbid my baby should take a stumble!
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