Wobbly

I wrote a few weeks ago about how I thought one day you would just take off and start crawling. You seemed so eager, so able to just move yourself any direction you wanted. And then the days kept ticking by and you were not crawling. Don't get me wrong, this was a-oh-k by me; I'm not in any hurry to baby-proof this apartment or push you any faster to grow up. But it made me wonder if I was way off the mark about my mom-judgments. Do I really not know my child well enough to determine when he will crawl or walk or say his first word?

And then this morning I turned around, literally, and saw you half way across the room. Trapped underneath the coffee table. Frustrated and whining. Your world gets bigger by the day and here I am thinking this will happen easily, smoothly, overnight. That you will just crawl when you have the physical strength.

Once again you have reminded me that most transitions do not happen overnight. That we are often wobbly and frustrated and uncertain of our first movements. That we rarely know our own strength.